<SlayerXP> i'm rewriting Flanders and Swan's "Ill wind"
<SlayerXP> I once had a whim and I had to obey it,
<SlayerXP> To buy a fresh pie from grocery shop
<SlayerXP> I heated it up and I started to munch it,
<SlayerXP> In spite of the neighbours who begged me to stop.
<SlayerXP> To bake my pie,
<SlayerXP> I had to develop my cookery
<SlayerXP> I found my pie,
<SlayerXP> Was a bit of a devil to cut
<SlayerXP> So artfully formed,
<SlayerXP> To give you a taste,
<SlayerXP> A beautiful taste,
<SlayerXP> So rich and warmed.
<SlayerXP> Oh the hours I had to spend,
<SlayerXP> Before I mastered it in the end.
<SlayerXP> But that was yesterday.
<SlayerXP> And just today,
<SlayerXP> I looked in the usual place.
<SlayerXP> There was the box,
<SlayerXP> But the pie itself was missing!
<SlayerXP> Who swiped that pie?
<SlayerXP> I bet you a quid somebody did.
<SlayerXP> Knowing I found a recipe,
<SlayerXP> And wanted to try it,
<SlayerXP> Afraid of my talent at cooking the pie.
<SlayerXP> For early today to my utter dismay,
<SlayerXP> It had vanished away like the clouds in the sky
<SlayerXP> Oh where can it have gone?
<SlayerXP> Haven't you, hasn't anyone seen my pie?
<SlayerXP> Oh where can it have gone?
<SlayerXP> What a blow, now I know,
<SlayerXP> I'm unable to taste my meat gateaux
<SlayerXP> you sing it to the tune of Mozart Concerto K.495, movement III
* Rawr bans SlayerXP from taking any more drugs.
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