mick
24-09-2002, 08:50 AM
I know a place the fish hang.
Protected by an un-relenting gang.
A flying army, who number in the millions.
Feasting on the blood, of innocent civilians.
Imp talking of the midges, mosquitoes and sand flies.
That crawl into your mouth, nose, ears and eyes.
They have a pact with the fishes.
An evil gang of tiny militias.
They’ve sworn to protect this habitat.
With a fierce air to boat combat.
All repellents are defective.
Only one technique effective.
That’s to bring a decoy.
A nice soft white boy.
Let them swarm all over him.
Until he’s black from limb to limb.
And screaming in frustration.
Cursing god for his creation.
And while the army is distracted.
A couple of fish you’ve extracted.
So turn your motor on and fly.
Cause your mate is starting to cry.
What a woosy little wimp.
All swollen like a blimp.
This will be his last mission.
Anyone else, wanna come fishen?
By Mick ;D
Protected by an un-relenting gang.
A flying army, who number in the millions.
Feasting on the blood, of innocent civilians.
Imp talking of the midges, mosquitoes and sand flies.
That crawl into your mouth, nose, ears and eyes.
They have a pact with the fishes.
An evil gang of tiny militias.
They’ve sworn to protect this habitat.
With a fierce air to boat combat.
All repellents are defective.
Only one technique effective.
That’s to bring a decoy.
A nice soft white boy.
Let them swarm all over him.
Until he’s black from limb to limb.
And screaming in frustration.
Cursing god for his creation.
And while the army is distracted.
A couple of fish you’ve extracted.
So turn your motor on and fly.
Cause your mate is starting to cry.
What a woosy little wimp.
All swollen like a blimp.
This will be his last mission.
Anyone else, wanna come fishen?
By Mick ;D