In the winter of discontent
by Herbert Nehrlich
all the people were praying for Lent.
Then came razzamataz
snuffed the one they called Azz
no one saw where the halitus went.
As they say, all those lies have short legs
they break open like Rhode Island eggs.
And the layer's tight azz
will explode from the gazz
you can see how the devil now begs.