A kickboxing kingpin, splitting skulls Boom! There it goes, your mind explodes Grab a Kleenex as you head out the door. Kibitz with the cool cats 'bout kibbles 'n bits And smooth jazz. Bright like a kumquat, You don't know squat; Knowledge is a knocker Busting through doors with manners improper. Cackle with the cattle as they pass over the mantle, A klutz in the gravel, but the lil' rascal can leave you frazzled And clinging to the scaffolds with masterful power. Check the cadastral, he owns God's throne and then some; Kicking kitschy angels out the nest 'fore they grow their halos. Shot Happy to killjoy, bound his body to a killick and the water smacked Now he's swimming with the goldfish and they smile back.