A man was abused,
Subsequently accused
Of molesting the battered and bruised.
Then along came a rumor
Which banished all humor;
Away he was sent... but they did find a tumor.
But fortune was not on the side of the man,
For he not a penny, no rich uncle, no land.
So inside his head the tumor did stay,
Thoughts of molesting remain to this day,
He'll go to his grave with a gleam in his eyes;
A gleam that ensures his secluded demise.
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
A man was abused,
Subsequently accused
Of molesting the battered and bruised.
Then along came a rumor
Which banished all humor;
Away he was sent... but they did find a tumor.
But fortune was not on the side of the man,
For he not a penny, no rich uncle, no land.
So inside his head the tumor did stay,
Thoughts of molesting remain to this day,
He'll go to his grave with a gleam in his eyes;
A gleam that ensures his secluded demise.
