Histle

hello world n it’s Mr Lard
humpling along the boulevard
with waves gently crestling and fumling along
towards gondolas of mindly oolong
shahuffle and shifling shooze
bubbly frizzle and cavooly cooze
riding on top a soliton
tongling solidly among the furloin
it’s Mr Lard now is it not oh I’m sorry it is not
mistaking these funny names you have
will cost us much, how much, it’s nothing
See Lard, well I’ll see to it I’m sure
that bumbling fumble you present us
I’ll smile mona waxingly they cure
Your money is not welcome here
But notes plastered on stadia
And houses of fantasia will
Clink the glasses of news toffers and tills
Click the wirings of swiss and velopes and frills
On back raptors I break into plause and pills
In evenings of London I plausibly feel but deny
All links with less than 3 degrees of tie with photographs
Just to show how professionally we take our graphs
Finals whistle it’s cold you’ll get histle
Large wooden sheds to live in garden room fizzle
To minister the foreign affairs of footballers partying
Bed bites, bad bites, parting gift Mr Lard:
Keep to walking on your mahazing boulevard.