I can't go once more
Recollecting the agony
Which I got from a stick.
I chuckled noisy, somebody crazy
I dallied around, attempting to clarify
I contacted my toe, fear as my principle
Getting so tired of joke
He called me a detainee
I called him a monkey
He called me a crap washer
I proclaimed him so unfortunate
He called me a bladder
Others began chuckling
Getting angrier
I watched for his powerless pointer
On the double I got him, he a goner
I had no quality by any stretch of the imagination
Be that as it may, At once I never dreaded, I had everything
So they played the drums of droning
While I loose in gasping.