Hello boys and girl. Tonight I have two words:
First, it’s pandering.
On the day after Christmas,
the boy came to the house.
Not a twit was annoying
inside our dear house.
The boy with his eyes
all white as can be,
raised hell and fell silent
as Maw’s shouting glee:
“Stop talking! Stop screaming!”
She hollered out loud.
“Come to your senses!
You’re not in a crowd!”
A hush came over
as he listened with care,
in hopes that all will be well
without his pandering fair.
Second, it’s “knee jerk response“.
The imagery I got was a marching man’s legs.
Raised up in the air as he held two beer barrelled kegs.
He tripped and fell down to his face
he cried and cursed at fateful disgrace.
Round the corner his enemy doth loom,
Up from the ground he started to groom.
He smoothed his hair and shined his shoes.
He walked up to the gent with a staggering booze.
The starteled gent stopped dead in his tracks
Suddenly his member caved into the attacks
Up came the knees as swiftly it came
Down went the enemy in grisly girly shame.
“Touche!” yelled the guy! “We’re even now!”
“That’s what you get for humping my frau!”
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