Wouldn’t that be 1st-degree Hatslaughter, rather than Murder? After all, it was unintentional. Cavalier Disregard for the sanctity of the Hat, and all that.
But if I see the hat
where Bubba sat,
Will you know that
it’s where he sat,
Or will you think,
that girl’s a fink
for knowing that
it’s where Bubba sat.
For I don’t want to be a fink;
That appellation would make me blink.
Perhaps we should call up the Cat,
And ask him if he has
just the right hat,
to be the place that Bubba sat,
So Bubba doesn’t go to the Clink.
And now we come to the bitter end;
Where Bubba sat and killed his friend;
One fat guy, and his friend the fink,
Took off to avoid time in the clink.
But as we said, now’s the end,
For old fat Bubba and his finky friend.
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A second later, Bubba murdered the hat when he sat on it in the gym locker room.
Wouldn’t that be 1st-degree Hatslaughter, rather than Murder? After all, it was unintentional. Cavalier Disregard for the sanctity of the Hat, and all that.
Want to see the hat where Bubba sat?
Can you show me where it’s at?
I can show you more than that!
Here’s Bubba’s hat before he sat!
But that cannot be Bubba’s hat.
For if he sat
Upon his hat
It would go splat
And now be flat.
Besides, it said “John Deere.”
What is this book about again?
I do not know. Go ask your friend.
Yeah, what Red said.
But if I see the hat
where Bubba sat,
Will you know that
it’s where he sat,
Or will you think,
that girl’s a fink
for knowing that
it’s where Bubba sat.
For I don’t want to be a fink;
That appellation would make me blink.
Perhaps we should call up the Cat,
And ask him if he has
just the right hat,
to be the place that Bubba sat,
So Bubba doesn’t go to the Clink.
And now we come to the bitter end;
Where Bubba sat and killed his friend;
One fat guy, and his friend the fink,
Took off to avoid time in the clink.
But as we said, now’s the end,
For old fat Bubba and his finky friend.
(Enter now for the LBC Doggerel Contest!)