Originally Posted by Allen1
OH NO! Paul have you been sniffing the battery acid fumes
The day after Christmas Paul's true love said to him,
if you don't stop these poems, every things going in the bin
Sniffing battery acid is bad,
I think its made you mad
You're really making me sad,
And I thought this was just a fad,
Oh look there's smoke coming out your tower,
do you think I should turn off the power?
I wrote that crap sat at my desk in work at 7.30am this morning. Please someone phone the mental health services! I recall me being annoyed typing all the days of christmas out as well!