“Random drugs test?!”
Karl did bellow,
Knowing he’d taken,
Two ibuprofen,
Before work.
And a teenth of Charly.
And crack.
And a few lines,
Of ket.
And a massive,
Bong rip.
And 10ml of Calpol,
Up the arse.
Karl isn’t a drug addict.
He just likes,
To blow off,
A little steam,
On a Saturday.
And a Wednesday.
And a Sunday.
And a Thursday.
And when his nan,
Pays a visit.
Where the will,
Is strong,
You’ll find,
A mong,
Who wears,
A lace thong,
And sings,
‘How long’.
Y’know,
The one by Ace?
Tune that,
By the way!
Pterodactyl farts,
Blown away,
In a strong,
Easterly gust.
Do we ever think,
Of them?
Anyway,
Karl got fired.
And he’s in rehab.
