Remember, Mr. Hairy Nose: you asked for this bitch-slap
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 3:58 pm
You threw down the gauntlet – you asked for this mocking;
This bright trail of red has the astronauts talking:
“Who’s Alan, and why does he suck so immensely?
And why do his nostril hairs grow so darn densely?"
But we folks here on Earth know it’s shockingly worse:
You wear ill-fitting panties and carry a purse.
And then there’s your slowness, akin to molasses –
The essence of “wimp,” save for Coke-bottle glasses.
But every grey cloud has a bright silver lining;
And Alan, despite all your weak puerile whining,
With all of your awkward and ladylike movements,
You'll always have infinite room for improvements.
This bright trail of red has the astronauts talking:
“Who’s Alan, and why does he suck so immensely?
And why do his nostril hairs grow so darn densely?"
But we folks here on Earth know it’s shockingly worse:
You wear ill-fitting panties and carry a purse.
And then there’s your slowness, akin to molasses –
The essence of “wimp,” save for Coke-bottle glasses.
But every grey cloud has a bright silver lining;
And Alan, despite all your weak puerile whining,
With all of your awkward and ladylike movements,
You'll always have infinite room for improvements.