Monday, August 17, 2009

Schilladar (with a silent R)

I am a Schilladar, in my yellow Merc passador;
Chilling by the beach, out of everybody's reach.

Every dog needs a bone, every cow needs a home;
I give ice creams in cones, & pray Om Hari Om.

I fart at my enemy, I burp at my friends;
I love eating noodles & french fries slightly bent.

I change my sox every day, my shoes are white or grey;
I pooped yesterday, it didn't come out all the way.

I play HeyLo with JLo, & she says Hello back to me;
I showed my den to tiger Ben, & we watched the Red Sox beat Yankees.

I turn the heat on all day, I turn the fan too at night;
I fart while facing left, fan takes care of it on the right.

It's getting late at night, I need to get some sleep;
What the hell you laughing at, you're room's dirty go sweep.