6 August 2012

I'm sneaking through your lair,

The one of cheesy-stinky-hair,

Your cheese-string knots,

And silly boyish plots,

Really no match for me,

Because now i'm almost free,

Tip-toeing past cat-hats,

And strawberry mats,

Hiding behind the Daisy-chair,

And there it is - the exit to your lair,

But before I go, another present I'll leave,

Just something I keep up my sleeve,

Borrowed from spiderman,

Yes - he was in on the plan,

I weave an invisible web,

All around your evil bed,

See - Jack's passed out from lack of sleep,

Now he's snoring without a peep,

I trip your alarm clock,

Now up you pop,

Right into my spidey-trap,

Now I've got you in my sack, Jack,

Heading back to the D-Den,

Ask nice and I'll put you in a good pen,

Perhaps even let your nan stay in one piece,

Your evil ways are tired and obese,

Give up now, surrender to good,

Or you'll be made into chicken food.

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