I say, old chap, I must protest
Your utter lack of class.
But I am not permitted words
Like S.O.B. and ass.
So I can't call you what I would,
The words are not polite,
But this is what I hope occurs
When you are nude tonight;
May your mother slip her leash
And, foaming at the mouth,
Bite your Northern Hemisphere(s)
While you are facing South.
Tad Lawson