Back to BC, Sheepishly...
Monk Penman
I am a wholly wooly man,
With wool between my ears...
Forget your bash and bully plan,
I'll shed no further tears.
I'll not be led so sheepishly,
I'll think now for myself...
I'm going home to my BC,
Put fighting on the shelf!
You want my body, heart and soul?
You want me in your wars?
You'd better build a Q5 now,
With operating floors!
Come join me on the Wet Coast now,
We have the freshest snow...
Delivered by a whirly-bird
For our Olympic show!
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Monk Penman kicks so much ass...
Thanks Dominik... and I'm good with a whip, too!
Bleeet! Bleeeet!
Sub..baa'd?
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I'll meet you in New Westmintsauce. Get a hair cut.
only atoms... would you like a nice wooly Olympic toque? If so, maybe I'll consider the haircut... get out the knitting needles...
hmmmmm, wooly toque, is that code for some sex thing?
only in your dreams, atoms...
Monk is da junk.
He smells not funk.
Vote for him Thursday,
and you ain't the punk.
Citizen B
That was BAD Cit B.
The Monk is kinda funky
In a pleasant sort of way...
A little bit eccentric,
Not too smelly, you might say.
So if you think you're voting
For a filthy old fart...
Let me reassure you,
I am all of those, a part,
But I am also something
Of a writer, and a poet...
So help me get elected,
And I promise I shall show it!