A Cracking Set—Tits

It’s morphin’ time!

Mastodon!
Pterodactyl!
Triceratops!
Sabretooth Tiger!
Tyrannosaurus!
Steve!

Rigormortis.
Down to the pub,
Went Fred Reaker,
To meet Pat Risher.
Paul Een was there,
But Rob Erta couldn’t make it.

Dogshit City,
Threw a wild knees-up,
In honour of,
The goosefish.

Back to the grill again;
The grill again…
Friends!
How many poets,
Must get dead,
Before somebody says,
“Don’t fuck wit’ Ed!”?

Wisdom was special,
Until pissflaps came along.
Blame women.
They’re the problem.
Kill them all!
Slit their throats!
Bleed them out!

Haha.