A Maul at the Mall
Imma little psycho check me out, stacking up the bodies with my pretty little pout. I got me a shovel I got me a gun, when I use my hammer, it's really lots of fun!
( SerenAnfa, This ones for you, a rap song to wrap the thingies in)
I saw a hammer there,
I see hammers everywhere
I see them near
I see them far
I keep one with me
when ever I are
When I am
About to snap
Or need to crap
No matter what
A hammers got
A million whacks
A thought for thots
It's what I need
It shatters knees
A hammer knows
Just how to please
No noisy gun
Is so much fun
It speaks of doom
And makes bowels run.
So bring your maul
To the mall
It makes big bullies
Awfully small
It makes them scream
And some will crawl.
It will make sure,
They all fall.
It is not a dud
it makes loud thuds
It Smashes it bashes
It makes them flat
It makes your troubles
Go
Kersplat!
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NoTe:
It should be imagined,
Me, holding the hands of my two beautiful daughters, then Five and Six,
Skipping down the Aisles of the grocery store singing the verse in the subtitle.
Yes, We really have,
Repeatedly.
Once cops were called.
My Five year old loudly, defiantly,
Sang the song to the cops.
I think one of the cops peed ,
Laughing so hard.
My daughters, singing their song.
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Should have seen the chaos when my son and I, put stickers on all the cucumbers 🥒 in the vegetable section.
“ Ribbed, for her pleasure.”
Saw a cashier blow snot twenty feet at least.
Sometimes being a parent is,
Apparently dementedly amusing.
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