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Terror Wrist
All that he was doing, Sir,
was stand up canoeing,
with a paddle, in an alley,
yodelling and spewing.
Shouting for his hamster
looking for where he threw him,
when we found him drunk and brewing;
reviewing his wrongdoing.
He then signaled to his hammy
to put down the Amstel can;
“Ahoy, there, lantaarnpaal,
be this Amsterdam?
We got fishies for ya’ darlin;
some canned lamb ‘n spam.
I brought with me a smoking baby
juggling in its pram.”
He offered his wacky goods
and clutched its clammy hand;
it asked if it could tag along
and join his merry band.
A lamp post, hamster, tangerine,
canoe, and juggling baby.
In an alley
behind a 24/7,
dribbling like a crazy.
Sexually propositioning men,
and every passing lady.
A terrorist,
with a terror wrist,
wanking at the paving.
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