When Johnny Mordred was just a lad
Everyone knew he would grow up bad
He was always pulling wings off of flies
And running around telling awful lies
Smoking corn silk out behind the barn
About rules he really didn’t give a .darn
He’d never fail to slam the door
On his way out to knock over a liquor store
But he wanted to make his momma proud
Do something to make him stand out from the crowd
He enrolled in a university that was online
Just get his doctorate and things would be fine
So he figured, “hey, what the heck”
“I’ll go to this one run by a guy named Beck”
But these juvenile pursuits soon gave way
When his first man he did slay
A rare killer with plenty of compassion
Who agonized as he butchered his victims in a gruesome fashion
With plenty of heart (look in the icebox) and motives obscure
He’d cut your throat with a smile, of that you can be sure
But the law finally caught up with him
Now he has a choice to either sink or swim
So many days spent in constant chatter
It’s enough to drive us mad as a hatter
And to think the best of the story is in the past
With the worst of it is coming up relatively fast.
Thank you, g6793, BillT and woodworker318, for your comments the other day.
When Johnny Mordred was just a lad Everyone knew he would grow up bad He was always pulling wings off of flies And running around telling awful lies Smoking corn silk out behind the barn About rules he really didn’t give a .darn He’d never fail to slam the door On his way out to knock over a liquor store But he wanted to make his momma proud Do something to make him stand out from the crowd He enrolled in a university that was online Just get his doctorate and things would be fine So he figured, “hey, what the heck” “I’ll go to this one run by a guy named Beck” But these juvenile pursuits soon gave way When his first man he did slay A rare killer with plenty of compassion Who agonized as he butchered his victims in a gruesome fashion With plenty of heart (look in the icebox) and motives obscure He’d cut your throat with a smile, of that you can be sure But the law finally caught up with him Now he has a choice to either sink or swim So many days spent in constant chatter It’s enough to drive us mad as a hatter And to think the best of the story is in the past With the worst of it is coming up relatively fast.
Thank you, g6793, BillT and woodworker318, for your comments the other day.
That was a great song BillT.