Post by spamheid on Nov 15, 2010 17:00:12 GMT
Elijah the elk had a hell of a whelk,
No winkles or mussels but plenty corpuscles
He often would fidget
With his palaeozoic digit.
One day young Elijah was walking along,
Just twirling his whelk and humming a song
But his tranquil mood
Was soon to be changed
Like his putrid pants
By something strange.
Flung up by his foot, an enormous rock
Struck him right in the root
Of his down-dangling cock
And his wonderful whelk
Once the pride of his soul
Was now bent over double
And rammed up his hole.
O weep for Elijah, the elk of the North
Now he cries in his cave and he never goes forth
His friends Harold Haggis and Bertie the Bear
Aren't even asked in
For a chat and a chair.
O what can we do for this glorious elk
Can we all club together and sort out his whelk?
Or will he be doomed for the rest of his days
To sit in his cave, or join up with the gays?
Please give your answer to Elijah's dilemma. If any of you are at all skilled in animal surgery, please do your best to sort things out.
No winkles or mussels but plenty corpuscles
He often would fidget
With his palaeozoic digit.
One day young Elijah was walking along,
Just twirling his whelk and humming a song
But his tranquil mood
Was soon to be changed
Like his putrid pants
By something strange.
Flung up by his foot, an enormous rock
Struck him right in the root
Of his down-dangling cock
And his wonderful whelk
Once the pride of his soul
Was now bent over double
And rammed up his hole.
O weep for Elijah, the elk of the North
Now he cries in his cave and he never goes forth
His friends Harold Haggis and Bertie the Bear
Aren't even asked in
For a chat and a chair.
O what can we do for this glorious elk
Can we all club together and sort out his whelk?
Or will he be doomed for the rest of his days
To sit in his cave, or join up with the gays?
Please give your answer to Elijah's dilemma. If any of you are at all skilled in animal surgery, please do your best to sort things out.