Ol' Lump

Dewlap, Dewlap, you are a joke

Dewlap, Dewlap, you make me choke

You are an old bag with nothing more

Picking up pellets is all your for

So sprink on your spronk and other things

While I find a place to bring...

A nice squirrel to fling

And your face looks like a good spot

And during the seige with words you fought

What are you good for anyways?

I'll just take some dusty feathers from your carcass

And lie you in the grass

Making a nice nest for the crows

So that you can be eaten and decomposed

But, your so ugly how could they mob you?

Your legs look like branches and your face reminds me of raccoon poo...

Eww!

Sincerly,

Twilight the Bright