Hmm, that rhymes with
"Pork Chop Hill"!
and there we will find Ndenway, keepr of the greasy pork chop oh hanging around the neck....
Banger of the wieght challenged ladies smothering him into the great abyss..
Rider of the kawasaki....
Shooter of the .308.....
rub a dub dub gettin it on in the tub.
you left out and having to go to work, man this new job I got sucks.
Dang sorry bud, what new job did you get?
On top of old pork chop,
all smothered in love,
I found my poor sweetheart,
head and shoulders above,
and when I said Nancy,
cause that is her name,
she looked up from pork chop,
and said it has a big vein,
after some laughter,
from me and my name,
I said to poor Nancy,
its one and the same,
after five minutes,
of chewing the cud,
poor old Nancy,
called a 500lb. bud,
I am old now,
and pork chop is grey,
and that damned Nancy,
has just ran away.
with bigfoot or someone another,
might have been the 500lb rosebud,
good thing too, cause my back was getting sore,
and I think my eyes were going bad from seeing
all that "cottage cheese", otherwise known as
hail damage, she had on her legs.
its still at the casino, but now I'm with the tribes gaming commission, doing the compliance with the regs, its sucks, cause I lived all my life just skirting the law, now I got to follow it to the letter, and its a bit of adjustment to have to get used to on short notice.