( A Parody Of Colonel Moammar Gadhafi)
In New York he tried to pitch a tent.
Then he tried to pay the rent.
But Central Park and camels,
Made him up and leave, He went!
I am Urinal Wacky Quacky!
You have no right to be my judge!
Shut up there Wacky Quacky,
Before my troopers kick your fudge!
I will call you only Your Honor,
And never Your Majesty!
Because as Urinal Wacky Quacky,
That title is reserved for me!
You are guilty Wacky Quacky.
This trial is just for show.
There is no soul in the universe
Who doesn’t know you must go!
Take him out into the street
So the firing squad can begin,
But first take boots unto his teeth,
Unless he was your friend!
The moral to this story is
If you’re going to throw a coup,
If your name is Urinal Wacky Quacky,
Freedom’s troops will come for you!
It’s fun to write a parody.
Everyone should GO and try!
But bring along a urinal,
So your pee won’t stain your eyes!