White As A Dove Give It Some Love!

Before we get to diaper man, Pat was shouted out at this Can. See what I did there? Also an all rhyming interview at this lair!


To the diaper wearing loon,That makes lovers swoon.With arrows on his back,Ready to swoop in and attack.
After all of these years,You still run corporate gears,Making a fake holiday,Overshadowing the groundhog's display.
Sure, you a little fat guy,That can flap and fly,Must appeal so much more,With your tales of lore,
Than a shadow fearing overgrown rat.But his candy is just as flat.I suppose yours has more lumps,It must be a struggle after giving so many humans the humps.
Do you let it sit for years to come,Like a fine wine or age old rum?I bet you watch too,You diaper wearing pervert, you.
Fuzzy bears for God sake,Make your lover's knees shake.And in the money the greedy rake,Oops, tomorrow the love is still fake.
I guess one to many hairs,Live on your legs in pairs.It must stop your powerful blast,For only one day it can last.
Your superficial strike,The corporations like.The lawyers do too!The divorce rate still proves you have no clue.
So let's give a cheer,To the one with the diaper rash rear.He is oh so grand,Spreading love across the land.
Having all show it with ease,By paying corporate fees.The board room loves his whammy,And tomorrow your relationship is just as clammy.
I think the cat would rather take zombie feet then the above picture treat. Blah to that, is all that can be said by the cat. And to people thinking a diaper wearing loon can forever make one swoon, pfft get a grip. Can you tell I hate this day from my rhyme trip? If you want to waste your time and drop a dime just come whiff my magical gas. It comes out daily from my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.