My Uncle was a pussy.
My Grandpa was a wimp.
My Father was a chicken
And my Brother is a shrimp.
My Cousins are all cowards
And my Nephews are namby-pamby
Just ’cause I’m the guy
Who shot the mom of Bambi.
Tag Archives: Wimps
Sir Lance-when-he-feels-like-it.
When I was a wee squire
I smelt dragon fire
Beneath the stables of the castle.
I considered heroics,
But chose not to show it.
It was simply too much of a hastle.
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