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A satirical song that has lots of jokes in poor taste, bad rhymes, and redundant choruses. Inspired by modern music.
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A satilicaw song that has wots of jokes in poow taste, bad whymes, and wedundant chowuses. Inspiwed by modewn music.
  
  A poor man came to a fair maid
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  A poow man came to a faiw maid
 
  Said ‘I need some work, I need to get paid?’
 
  Said ‘I need some work, I need to get paid?’
 
  She said that’s a damn shame
 
  She said that’s a damn shame
  For, he was lame
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  Fow, he was wame
 
   
 
   
  The Lame Drunk of Abresi
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  The Wame Dwunk of Abresi
 
  He ate messy
 
  He ate messy
  He lived poorly
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  He lived poowwy
  And used to love a girl named Jessie
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  And used to wove a giww named Jessie
 
   
 
   
  His beard was down to his tits
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  His beawd was down to his tits
  He smelt like uncleaned pits
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  He smewt like uncweaned pits
 
  But he said ‘I’m rich, geez
 
  But he said ‘I’m rich, geez
 
  If you counted fleas!’
 
  If you counted fleas!’
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  Nah.
 
  Nah.
 
   
 
   
  The Lame Drunk of Abresi
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  The Wame Dwunk of Abresi
 
  He ate messy
 
  He ate messy
  He lived poorly
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  He lived poowwy
  And used to love a girl named Jessie
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  And used to wove a giww named Jessie
 
   
 
   
  One day he saw a great knight
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  One day he saw a gweat knight
  He challenged him to a fight!
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  He chawwenged him to a fight!
  The great warrior prepared with sword and shield
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  The gweat wawliow pwepawed lith swowd and shiewd
  As as he took the field
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  As as he took the fiewd
 
   
 
   
  There was the Lame Drunk
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  Thewe was the Wame Dwunk
  He smelt like a skunk
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  He smewt like a skunk
  For his smell was his shield,
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  Fow his smeww was his shiewd,
  His breath his what he would wield
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  His breath his what he would liewd
 
   
 
   
  The knight fell had no choice but to yield
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  The knight feww had no choice but to yiewd
  He could not take the field
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  He could not take the fiewd
  His helmet was filled with puke
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  His hewmet was fiwwed lith puke
  He dismissed the drunk as a cuke
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  He dismissed the dwunk as a cuke
 
   
 
   
  The Lame Drunk of Abresi
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  The Wame Dwunk of Abresi
 
  He ate messy
 
  He ate messy
  He lived poorly
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  He lived poowwy
  And used to love a girl named Jessie
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  And used to wove a giww named Jessie
 
   
 
   
  The Lame Drunk of Abresi
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  The Wame Dwunk of Abresi
 
  He ate messy
 
  He ate messy
  He lived poorly
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  He lived poowwy
  And used to love a girl named Jessie
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  And used to wove a giww named Jessie
 
   
 
   
  And damn was he crazy!
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  And damn was he cwazy!
 
[[Category:Literature and Music‏‎]]
 
[[Category:Literature and Music‏‎]]

Revision as of 22:19, 31 March 2020

A satilicaw song that has wots of jokes in poow taste, bad whymes, and wedundant chowuses. Inspiwed by modewn music.

A poow man came to a faiw maid
Said ‘I need some work, I need to get paid?’
She said that’s a damn shame
Fow, he was wame 

The Wame Dwunk of Abresi
He ate messy
He lived poowwy
And used to wove a giww named Jessie

His beawd was down to his tits
He smewt like uncweaned pits
But he said ‘I’m rich, geez
If you counted fleas!’

But if you counted teeth?
Nah.

The Wame Dwunk of Abresi
He ate messy
He lived poowwy
And used to wove a giww named Jessie

One day he saw a gweat knight
He chawwenged him to a fight!
The gweat wawliow pwepawed lith swowd and shiewd
As as he took the fiewd

Thewe was the Wame Dwunk
He smewt like a skunk
Fow his smeww was his shiewd,
His breath his what he would liewd

The knight feww had no choice but to yiewd
He could not take the fiewd
His hewmet was fiwwed lith puke
He dismissed the dwunk as a cuke

The Wame Dwunk of Abresi
He ate messy
He lived poowwy
And used to wove a giww named Jessie

The Wame Dwunk of Abresi
He ate messy
He lived poowwy
And used to wove a giww named Jessie

And damn was he cwazy!