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I heard a rumour that Matt Crouch has a chronic fartiing problem......so here's a Crowem for Matt.
THE GAS FROM MATT'S BOWEL.
The gas from his bowel has been smelling so foul, and it blows through his arse like a trumpet.
The problem he finds is what's left behind, the filthy remains of his crumpet.
 
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There once was a centre aquatic,
Whose users were found all hypnotic,
"we all say NIMBY,
suck on that Mayor Quimby!"
and stayed in the parklands bucolic.

C'mon, that's a good one.
 
There once was a group of neurotics
Whose exercise consisted of aquatics
Not for swimming
Not for slimming
Who need to learn the meaning of symbiotics
 
There once was a lass named Denise
Who thought the Crows might get a lease
She called her friend Ann,
Some stupid Moran, ;)
Who set the thing up as a fleece*



*Ann Moran actually suggested contacting the Crows about whether they'd like to take the centre over, in the first place, because she hoped we'd be dumb enough to pay to keep it open
 

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Gen'rals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerer of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning,
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind,
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh Lord yeah

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role for the poor, yeah

Time will tell on their power minds,
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess,
Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah

Now in darkness world stops turning,
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more War Pigs have the power,
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the war pigs crawling,
Begging mercies for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
Oh Lord yeah
 
Gen'rals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerer of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning,
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind,
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh Lord yeah

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role for the poor, yeah

Time will tell on their power minds,
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess,
Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah

Now in darkness world stops turning,
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more War Pigs have the power,
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the war pigs crawling,
Begging mercies for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
Oh Lord yeah
it is scientifically proven that it is impossible to read this in any voice other than that of Ozzy. I can't even read it without using the song beat.
 
it is scientifically proven that it is impossible to read this in any voice other than that of Ozzy. I can't even read it without using the song beat.


I hear it in Mike Patton / FNM's voice, their cover was one for the ages, definitely with the beat though
 
There once was a team from the Port
Whose finances worked as a rort
Started eighteen twenty,
with members aplenty,
who usually hung out in court


Gee that meter's clunky but hey this website is free so shut up
 

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I heard a rumour that Matt Crouch has a chronic fartiing problem......so here's a Crowem for Matt.
THE GAS FROM MATT'S BOWEL.
The gas from his bowel has been smelling so foul, and it blows through his arse like a trumpet.
The problem he finds is what's left behind, the filthy remains of his crumpet.
There was a young lad called Mark Bickley
Who at half time dropped something so sickly
Silent but deadly this bloke , his team mates it choked
From 7 goals up to all she wrote .
 
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