And above all, on high,
is an anvil in the yellow sky.
The tiny shit emits a burp
Expected to reveal a twerp.
Sourced anal to remit its dart
Results in little but a fart.
The mouth moves faster than its mind
All accrues not front but hind.
Close the window can't you see
Daylight was not meant for me.
I will vomit on yout grave.
--
Uncle Al
http://www.mazepath.com/uncleal/
(Toxic URL! Unsafe for children and most mammals)
http://www.mazepath.com/uncleal/lajos.htm#a2
Tell you what, I'll vomit on yout grave if you'll vomit on mite!
(Sorry to quibble, but the last line doesn't rhyme.)