Wiggin's was a wombat
a legend in his underwear
and everywhere he went
you would hear him *** and swear
He was a very unpalatable chap
where ever he roamed, caused havoc
He had no cares for no one, not one jot
his mantra matched his favorite film, Salem's Lot
a incorrigible beast of heinous intent
a bounder, a blaggard with all truth bent
One nasty piece of work was Wiggin's
Vombatidae would hang their heads in shame
knowing this cad of a man did scare it's name
and with grief stricken tears say, oh how lame how lame
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
Wiggin's was a wombat
a legend in his underwear
and everywhere he went
you would hear him *** and swear
He was a very unpalatable chap
where ever he roamed, caused havoc
He had no cares for no one, not one jot
his mantra matched his favorite film, Salem's Lot
a incorrigible beast of heinous intent
a bounder, a blaggard with all truth bent
One nasty piece of work was Wiggin's
Vombatidae would hang their heads in shame
knowing this cad of a man did scare it's name
and with grief stricken tears say, oh how lame how lame
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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