A Damned Shame—What Became of the Doge?

I don’t take orders,
From you;
But I might,
Let you fist me.

Wazzock!

Jumping jellybean,
Did wander the sands,
Of DeLiviér Desert,
In search of,
An orthinclanaminuselibobulom.
Mystical,
And a bit of a tosspot.

Tee-hee-hee.
Dozy duck!
Tee-hee-hee-hee-heeeeee.

Pants?

Discombobulated.
If you say so.
But you’re a chocolate bar;
Incapable of rational thought.
Much like pansexuals,
And the Scottish.

Shut that fuckin’ door!
Pinky Ponk.
Ninky Nonk.
Pants.
Smelly shart.