Jeff Thelen |
Mike the Roomate
Mike is my roommatehe's a pretty good fella
when it is raining late
he lets me use his umbrella
sometimes Mike is down
and that makes me sad as well
i try to wipe away his frown
but he says my hands smell
that's ok mike
that you think my hands stink
it is kinda like
i don't know how to use the sink
but I do know how
if fact I washed before dinner
when we boiled that huge cow
who was a blue medal winner
but you are now crying mike
whatever ever is the matter
you didn't very much like
Bessie as our main platter?
boy, you look kind of crappy
I didn't know that you had such a love
you should just be happy
that she didn't become a leather glove
don't get upset bro
we needed meat for a tasty stew
you should be glad to know
that she is now a part of you
Mike, your face is turning green
you seem a little weak
tommorow's meal will be more keen
Rainbow grease is marinading as we speak
With that being said mike grabbed his gut
and fell to the floor with great force
I couldn't fugure out what was wrong, but
Rainbow grease was the name of his horse
so as you can see from my story
about mike the roommate of great fable
killing other people's animals has no glory
especially when you serve it on their table
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Tuesday, March 08, 2005
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