Wither doest thou wander, oh warrior grey,
oh sergeant from my yesterdays.
No one has made "assclown" sound so sweet,
As the acerbic prose from your lips doth flow.
Gone from us now, thou needs must roam,
the dusty wastelands of arizona,
drunkenly MMORPGing in arid home,
sipping on lime and Corona.
No one uses "clown cock" the way that you did,
From thou first did I hear "moonbat"
Yet well thought out, for all the filth,
And sure to set us laughing,
Come blog more oft than once a week,
When you have had your caffeine.
(I swear his coffee t'was black as night,
Made from camel spit and acid,
And spiced up strong with armpit hair,
For odor nauseously rancid)
No one makes "assclown" sound so sweet,
As acerbic prose from his lips doth flow
