Scraf's Song

You're a mean one, Mr. K
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. K,
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!

You're a monster, Mr. K,
Your heart's an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. K,
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You're a foul one, Mr. K,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. K,
Given a choice between the two of you'd take the seasick crocodile!

You're a rotter, Mr. K,
You're the king of sinful sots,
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. K,
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!

You nauseate me, Mr. K,
With a nauseous super "naus"!,
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. K,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!

You're a foul one, Mr. K,
You're a nasty wasty skunk,
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. K,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk"!
Dec 21, 2013 by Le Scraf