Y(ak)azz
In the time of twiddle D and twiddle-dumb
Sat in the corner twiddling his thumbs
Was a Jack of Azz who could not run
Yet try to convince all and try to convince some
That it was not by choice-to him it was done
That a best of burden he had truly become!
Enter young shawshank to ride an ugly beast
Without a saddle he cared not the least!
One donkey or many back to their corral
In more than one alias their still all his pals
Farmers need help when one mule runs astray
And brings his cowdung to Stockhouse to play!
But alas- the pigs and chickens are all happy he's gone
If only a fortnite -or an hour or two long!
Cuz the barn can be cleaned and the stench cleared the air
And with a Y(ak)azz they no longer do share
So don't blame the farmer who don't come looking too hard
For the circus of clowns who escaped from his jar
His lid was never tight or filled to the brim
His postings of gloom and certain of grim
Pity the fool as much as its him
His lips are well shapen as is recessed the chin
From sucking on soothers the baby Y(ak)azz within!!
LMAO at him/her.it....again and again!!!
SS