its funy how u can go alogn for years not givign somhting teh slightast thuoghat an than sudanly u sit bolt upright an relize it rely needs to be adresed. i refar of cuorse to teh fact that wilim butlar yates is whildly overrated. what ware they thinkign whan they took im seriously? jupmin jesus! what asshats. an we still sufer for the chowderheaded jugemant of his comtemperaries to this vary day.

thares only one thats evan halfway wroth redin.

dowm by teh sally garnads my loav an i did sneeze
she blesd teh snailey gradans whit litl snowwhite fleas.
she bid me quit my howalin an swingin form teh trees
but i bein a pompous chowderhead with her wuld not agrea.

in a yada yada my lofe an i did snooze
an then got good an stinko on a quart a snow-white booze.
she bid me take love easy as the drunk fals off teh stool
but i grabed her boob er somethign an i guess that was uncool.

aux barricades, readers! its long past time for teh verdict of histary to bop that punk-ass bum right in the snoot.

might wana take a shot at sean o'casey too. whata loser.

update!

reders bystander an vague have both raminded me of teh secand coming. which i hafta admit that ones prety damn good. but i stil maintain he was a craphead on teh whole.