6 August 2012

Delilah, Delilah, deary dear,

It seems you're sleepy and quite queer,

You put poor Daisy,

On Spit Roast,

Turned to full heat,

And made her toast,

That was a wrong mistake, you see,

Much worse than messing with my Brie,

For Daisy isn't just a spy,

She's toxin filled to make you cry,

For when you ate her,

Irish-like,

You still forgot,

We're dark not light,

We play the game how we decide,

Poor Daisy, but we won't abide,

So take your knickers from the wash,

You're gonna need them, and some dosh,

To use as bail from our trap,

You went too far,

The King is back.

MelchiorJ13Spit Roast|CheeseBattle • Opuss № I