03-04-2020, 11:53 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-04-2020, 11:54 AM by Tiger the Lion.)
The Guns of August
I ain't never met a man
had anything nice to say
about February.
She's cold as fuck
and can't even spell
her own name propurly.
Awhile back they clipped
a few days off her
like they was frostbit toes
and every four years
she comes hobblin' back
lookin' for 'em.
Can't say as I blame her,
but if it were up to me
I'd of chopped her at the knee;
give her sixteen and August forty-three.
I ain't never met a man
had anything nice to say
about February.
She's cold as fuck
and can't even spell
her own name propurly.
Awhile back they clipped
a few days off her
like they was frostbit toes
and every four years
she comes hobblin' back
lookin' for 'em.
Can't say as I blame her,
but if it were up to me
I'd of chopped her at the knee;
give her sixteen and August forty-three.