7 August 2012

Daring D,

You Irish fiend,

You stole my Nan,

Or so it seemed,

You see, my Nan's from Germany,

So Guten Nachte,

To Daring D,

She laced your sheets,

With Parmesan,

And tied your shoes together,

She'll do you,

German style harm,

As prophesised by Feather,

She'll Saurkraut your chicken coop,

Feed Bratwurst to Nic's patients,

She'll burn the tree and rip the root,

She's running out of patience.

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