Morning!
With the 'rats paranoia taking them
To whatever conspiracy they're led
I've begun to hope they'll suffer
From habromania instead
And that someone will quackle fat Teddy
While he's drowning in his gin
Till his delusional ravings
Fade from the general din
And screaming Howard and Hillary
Are way out there at sea-
They're just souteneurs of uranism
No matter what they pretend to be
Did I do that right?
All four words . . . You're something else, T5!
Excellent, Tex!!