Hello, George!
I do no wish to be encumbered
Like this, George,
With shit, George!
Your tools, George,
They're laying on the floor
And all this clutter
And my book shelves, George!
They've laid there all in vain--
Around them I must strut.
But thank you for the pain
That's building in my butt.
Yes, thank you, George, you coot...
Now, where's my suit...