Post by celine on Dec 27, 2014 20:02:30 GMT -5
TWAS TWO NIGHTS BEFORE CHRISTMAS and all through the zone.
Some Vrill lizards had gathered with a whole bunch of clones.
Prince Charles was not King and his feelings were grim.
He'd off his dear Mum when it best suited him.
Queen's clone was clicked on, and she said without stutter.
Bring me gold foil roast baby and gahlic and buttah!
Vlad Putin was gifted a vibrating toy.
Soon to be used on some poor little boy.
Illuminati was angry, the cloning's exposed.
I'm not sorry, you perverts, that's how this war goes.
Clone torture me nightly, I hope you enjoy.
I'll laugh at the end when your cult is destroyed.
Now my friends remember, if you wake with a fright.
Clone consciousness transfer, they get you at night.
Donald Marshall wrote this poem on December 23, 2012
Some Vrill lizards had gathered with a whole bunch of clones.
Prince Charles was not King and his feelings were grim.
He'd off his dear Mum when it best suited him.
Queen's clone was clicked on, and she said without stutter.
Bring me gold foil roast baby and gahlic and buttah!
Vlad Putin was gifted a vibrating toy.
Soon to be used on some poor little boy.
Illuminati was angry, the cloning's exposed.
I'm not sorry, you perverts, that's how this war goes.
Clone torture me nightly, I hope you enjoy.
I'll laugh at the end when your cult is destroyed.
Now my friends remember, if you wake with a fright.
Clone consciousness transfer, they get you at night.
Donald Marshall wrote this poem on December 23, 2012