Youre right, Spuds, you witty boy --Im mad as a hatter, hahaha!
The Chief Defect of PLite, dammit
Was Writing little bits of Sonnet!
At last he wrote verse most disagreeable
To Squit-Offended Spudly Twittler!
Then Tetons of the Utmost Fame
Were called by Steve, but when they came,
Sunfrogolin cried, as he took his Fees,
*There is no cure for this Disease!*
PLite will very soon be Cheese!
His MoVa mates stood about his bed,
When PLite with his lastest breath,
Squeaked ...
*Oh my Friends, be warned by Me
That Sausages, Chippies, Jam & Tea
Are all A Squittlin Boy Requires!*
And with that, the Wretched CHild Expires!