There once was a fruitcake named Onk <br />who sat in the loo at St. Bonk. <br />Where she farted and shat <br />on the bishop's own mat <br />they declared her a smelly old donk. <br /> <br />She had been from the premises chased. <br />And her memory duly erased <br />she's both chicken and shit <br />with no obvious tit <br />and on septic cadaver she's based. <br /> <br />If she stays I will ring her dumb bell <br />as she is but an empty old shell <br />an AK-forty-seven <br />will send her to heaven <br />thye will scatter her straight down to hell.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-will-leave/
