My Uncle is the drama king
Of emotion he likes to sing
Every happy breath he can drain
Giving my neck such acute pain
I want to send him a gift
To make my black mood lift
I’ll slap his chubby face
And run a little race
I’ll come back for a bow
And plant his kisser with a pow!!
I know he’ll cry his useless ballad
Thinking he can compete with Galahad
Strutting around in a silly pose
Whilst I’ll punch his fat nose
Not once will I feel shy…
As another Blam gives the black–eye
He is a monkey without a tail
And his prose is slower than a snail
I’ll poke his a** with a nail
And send those snaps to you in mail
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