The Terrible Turd
Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 12:30 pm
Revenge of the Terrible Turd
There’s a hell of a smell in Dingly Dell
The pixies are washing their socks.
They were treading on grapes
For the wine that they make,
When one of them stamped on a box.
Like a bat out of hell, the stink and the smell
Had started to make them feel sick
For hidden inside and attempting to hide
Was a turd, the size of a brick.
They were hopping around with one foot off the ground
For pixies and elves don’t wear shoes
The socks that they wore, stopped their feet getting sore
When they trod on the grapes to make booze
But wherever they trod, their feet squelched in a bog
Of poo that had splattered the ground
Then a kindly old troll who was out for a stroll
Swept it up in a twenty foot mound
So at last I can tell that the smell in the dell
Has gone now forever I heard
For they flushed it away, down a pipe so they say
But is that the end of the turd?
There’s a hell of a smell in Dingly Dell
The pixies are washing their socks.
They were treading on grapes
For the wine that they make,
When one of them stamped on a box.
Like a bat out of hell, the stink and the smell
Had started to make them feel sick
For hidden inside and attempting to hide
Was a turd, the size of a brick.
They were hopping around with one foot off the ground
For pixies and elves don’t wear shoes
The socks that they wore, stopped their feet getting sore
When they trod on the grapes to make booze
But wherever they trod, their feet squelched in a bog
Of poo that had splattered the ground
Then a kindly old troll who was out for a stroll
Swept it up in a twenty foot mound
So at last I can tell that the smell in the dell
Has gone now forever I heard
For they flushed it away, down a pipe so they say
But is that the end of the turd?