Fraser Allonby Q.C.4 Feb 2004

Just when you think that the dross posted on this site couldn't get any worse! Along comes Billy Biff-Chin (whoever he may be - what a stupid name!) and posts this utter garbage.

I suggest you add the following lines to the end of the first verse:

There's not much I can add
Except that my brother's name is Brad
We like to call him Brad the Cad
As he's been known to suck my chad
I always run to tell my dad
He says "Well, you're trouble, lad"
So I run off to my small pad
It's radical (or, as I say, "rad")
I've redecorated - well, just a tad
With a portrait of the Impaler, Vlad
I've only got one blue knee pad
I took it to the old launch pad
And ran into Juanita from Mossad
She suggested I use a mouse pad
For my other knee as they do in Riyadh
I confiscated her sketch pad
And placed a large newspaper ad
To find a woman, scantily clad,
To run off with to the capital of Chad