Here is one of mine:
Barak the magic Kenyan lived by the sea and frolicked in the swampy mists in a land known as D.C.
Little Johnny Brennan loved that rascal Barak and bought him spies and wiretaps and other fancy schlock
Oh, Barak the magic Kenyan lived by the sea and frolicked in the swampy mists in a land known as D.C.
Barak the magic Kenyan lived by the sea and frolicked in the swampy mists in a land known as D.C.
Together they would gamble on a broad named Hitlery and Johnny kept a lookout perched to spy on her enemy
Anchormen and reporters did bow when’er they came and Swampublicans would lower their flags when Barak roared out his name
Oh, Barak the magic Kenyan lived by the sea and frolicked in the swampy mists in a land known as D.C.
Barak the magic Kenyan lived by the sea and frolicked in the swampy mists in a land known as D.C.
A dictator rules forever but not so presidents and the best laid plans of mice and men fall prey to accidents
One grey night it happend, Hitlery fell on her face and Barak that mighty Kenyan he ceased his fearless roar
His head was bent in sorrow, his tears they fell like rain, Barak no longer got to play on the presidential plane
Without electoral office Barak could not be brave, so Barak the mighty Kenyan sadly slipped into his cave
Oh, Barak the magic Kenyan lived by the sea and frolicked in the swampy mists in a land known as D.C.
Barak the magic Kenyan lived by the sea and frolicked in the swampy mists in a land known as D.C.
That is awesome!
-SB
That’s very good.