Carry a big stick, <br />To threaten from a distance. <br />Send me pictures of it... <br />To upset me quick, <br />With visions I'll be hit with it! <br />But you'll be wrong wrong. <br />And I'll be long gone! <br /> <br />Foot power... <br />Zip. <br /> <br />I like buttered biscuits, <br />Baked and fresh. <br />Heated from the oven, <br />And tasting their best! <br />You can bring that big stick, <br />To threaten me with it. <br />But when I've eaten buttered biscuits, <br />I'm prepared to split. <br />Humming a song... <br />With, <br />Foot power...zip! <br /> <br />Inept. <br />Foot power, <br />Zip! <br />Ineptness. <br />Foot power zip! <br />Inept. <br />Foot power, <br />Zip! <br />Ineptness. <br />Foot power zip! <br /> <br />'What? ' <br /> <br />Foot power zip! <br />'What is this? ' <br />Foot power zip! <br />'What? ' <br />Foot power zip! <br />'What is this? ' <br />Foot power zip! <br />'What? ' <br /> <br />Ineptness!<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ineptness/
