Look at the Unicorny in the cotton fields...
Eatin' up the profits, as fast as it Cannedy
Was shot in a motorcade in Dallas was....
Where J.R. was shot in the shower
Of powerful arms hugged her hips, completely...
His tongue went down to her lips, lips were like cotton candied land
Edward ScissorhandsOME he was notting Hampshired and
Double cross dressed the scumbagged bugged no morals
Of the unfiltered heart, minus any of his younique art
Works under employed and laid off
Of pretentious and pius strictedest imbeciles and
Gregorious vagabonds who robbed and ripped me off.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem