8 August 2012
The world, it lies in pieces,
As Feather did predict,
The baddies bumped off all the goods,
Including D and Nic,
The Aston at the junkyard,
Maybe in for a repair,
Brie and Gouda on the wall,
And in my Sidekick's hair,
It seems this war is over,
And I'm one cat shorter now,
Than when it begun, our song we sung,
We mourn Daisy the cow,
Nicola and Delilah, their knickers in a twist,
Are lying in the D-Den with a mighty cleaning list,
I guess we have all finished,
Writes at sixty one,
Just goes to know, you never know,
Until the end, who's won.
Aftermath|CheeseBattle • Opuss № I