I once had a blog entry, so clever,
But now I’m at the end of my tether.
Because it’s turned crass
And a pain in the ass
So now I’m locking it forever.

there once was a man named casse
whose balls were made of spun glass
he’d cling them together
and play stormy weather
while lightening shot out of his ass

there once was a man from Bengahal
who liked to perform in a hall
his favorite trick
was to stand on his dick
and roll off the stage on one ball

Here’s to a brutha named James
Who’s troubles the white man he blames
With plenty of bling bling
And dozens of offspring
He can’t even remember their names.

A mathematician named Hall
had a hexadronical ball
the cube of its weight
times his pecker plus eight
is his number, give him a call

Linus pissed his kennel, to be sure,
At least he missed most of his fur.
I’m cranky, I tire
Heavily I respire
I’ll croak if much more I endure.

There once was a boy named Clayton;
Who believed he was king of the nation.
In his bedroom he had
What was needed by Dad
Because teamwork he seemed to be hatin’.