HUH! I, Arnold, am outraged at the slanders you spread about me on a public forum.

:pissed3:
Here is the correct account of what transpired that night...
I lay in the baker's den, waiting for my food,
And yes, I asked for seconds, I hope I was not rude,
But the second roast was, and this I swear,
For my younger brother, little aber-aber,
I waited, and waited, but I was not served,
So when the doorbell rang, I became unnerved,
The girl with the freckles, she marched right in,
Strutting around with a stupid grin,
I began to hear thumping, and I wondered, what's that!
I'd get up and check, but being far too fat,
I dug through the wall, since they left me no choice,
To hear more clearly the sound of her voice
I saw them too, huddled in the brown cove,
Starting to, shall we say "preheat the stove",
And I won't describe the nature of their loving
But he put his muffin into her oven,
Where she learned her morals, is what I want to know,
Her German father and russo-finnish mother would never stoop so low,
And being allergic to sin, oh-so-stunning,
I sneezed and oh how my nose was running!
Before long, I was covered in a sea of snot,
As I screamed for help, the baker knew he was caught,
And in a split second, I found myself on the grass,
As the baker threw me out, right on my ass
Arnold Layne