Twas the night before sanctions, when all through the house
Not a booster was stirring, though their wives were all soused
The ascots were hung by the pineapple with care,
In hopes that Godfrey's bomb soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of landsharks danced in their heads.
And mama in her kerchief and I in my cap
Had just settled down to watch Fitz's ankle snap.
When out in the Grove there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my ikea twin to see what was the matter
Away to the window, I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and lit up some hash.
The moon on the breast (snicker) of the new-fallen blow
Gave the luster of midday to leased BMW's below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Tom Mars searching for payments in arrears.
With a devilish tongue so lively and quick
I knew in a moment I hated that dick
More rapid than eagles his associates they came
And I prayed in an instant he did not call my name...
"NOW BJORKY, AND FREEZEY, AND YANCY AND NOTAFAN
ON VITTER AND HOSS AND OF COURSE ALL THE KLAN
To the top of lyceum to the top of the Vaught
Now sign my check, kiss my ***, rue the day all!"
He spoke no more words but just went to work
As I thought to myself "who pissed off this jerk?"
And raising his finger (yes that's the one)
He smiled as he said "thanks for the check and the fun"
Then he sprang to his Porsche, and to his team gave a whistle
And left behind was a note: "duck--incoming missile."
From Tatedog's living room, to the Hattiesburg waffle house, to the Nashville office of the CL, to the Cheetah Club... Happy Sanctions Day everyone and to some a good night.
Not a booster was stirring, though their wives were all soused
The ascots were hung by the pineapple with care,
In hopes that Godfrey's bomb soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of landsharks danced in their heads.
And mama in her kerchief and I in my cap
Had just settled down to watch Fitz's ankle snap.
When out in the Grove there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my ikea twin to see what was the matter
Away to the window, I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and lit up some hash.
The moon on the breast (snicker) of the new-fallen blow
Gave the luster of midday to leased BMW's below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Tom Mars searching for payments in arrears.
With a devilish tongue so lively and quick
I knew in a moment I hated that dick
More rapid than eagles his associates they came
And I prayed in an instant he did not call my name...
"NOW BJORKY, AND FREEZEY, AND YANCY AND NOTAFAN
ON VITTER AND HOSS AND OF COURSE ALL THE KLAN
To the top of lyceum to the top of the Vaught
Now sign my check, kiss my ***, rue the day all!"
He spoke no more words but just went to work
As I thought to myself "who pissed off this jerk?"
And raising his finger (yes that's the one)
He smiled as he said "thanks for the check and the fun"
Then he sprang to his Porsche, and to his team gave a whistle
And left behind was a note: "duck--incoming missile."
From Tatedog's living room, to the Hattiesburg waffle house, to the Nashville office of the CL, to the Cheetah Club... Happy Sanctions Day everyone and to some a good night.
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