31 October 2012
Look out, here he comes, Take care, guard your bums, Keep sharp, the Pant Sniper's here.
Oh, Dear, what to do, Belts tight, grab a shoe, Perhaps you should put down that beer...
He sneaks and he slides, And with dark, evil eyes, He targets an innocent guest.
He oils oh-so-close, His hand to your toes, The Pant Sniper's sworn not to rest.
He raids every house, And creeps like a mouse, You won't even know he was there.
And then, like a snake, You dozed off, big mistake! You're played in an uncanny flare.
With a smile and a leer, And a mighty "Oh, Dear!" Your pants are all over the floor!
He's done it again! Through ladies and men, He sneakily runs out the door!
So keep watch for him, And try not to scream, That moment you know you've been fu****!
So what have we learned, A moral well earned, Remember to keep your doors locked!
Pant Sniper • Opuss № I