Thrash the Plank
Well I'm here to tell you a story kids singing and music imagine!
For you see there was once a king name k. rool
You can bet he was a mean old bastard
But you see he was no fool
He had many attempts to become more then a dastard
Then one day a coconut hit him in the head
When he awoke he had a bump the size of a tumor
Some say that gave him a brain full of led
Others tried to convince he was thrown into the sewer
Though in the end he made his way back to the layer
Sadly he got onto this Komputer and krashed
No guarantees made that he'd be voted for mayor
That night he dreamed he killed DK, before he got bashed
Now is the time to pick up the pace k. rool
Looking at his dream window he saw a slender figure
Could it be the women who called him a tool?
Or was it that old wrinkley up to no good
Either way k. rool left his cloud and went down
Yes this may seem twisted and freakish but keep in mind
You may end up the way he did being a birthday clown
While others walk up and kick your behind
Finally the day came for the evil emperor
Some say he died in his sleep
Was it perhaps from a coma?
Deep down I believe it was too much heep
Give me your opinion then maybe I'll buy you a sofa
Thus true this poem is thashed
So sad to see you leaving
Soon your potatoes won't have time to be mashed
Don't go without so much as wheezing
Good bye my friends this is Big Kountry Kazoo
Until then…don't let the krocks bite!
The End