You’re a stinker, Mr. Brode.
You really have some gall!
You won’t stop jumping on me
And chasing kitty down the hall
I was going to wait until you were a year but I think I have no choice
To go ahead and remove your balls!
You’re a rotter, Mr. Brode.
You’re the king of eating junk!
Your belly’s full of earplugs
and your ears are full of gunk
The three words that best describe you are as follows and I quote:
STINK, STANK, STUNK!!*
*In a fit of pique at being left in the car while I got the mail out of the mailbox 5 feet away on the way home, he expressed his anal glands in my husband’s car, and hubby drives the nice one.