I can also write a poem to aggravate Ole Spanky when he shows up here actin' all smarmy about a new condo he's bought and talkin' down Kentucky people.
Every time he comes on here he causes quite a fuss, Ain't no doubt that I'm talkin' 'bout old Spankacoculus, He showed up here while back tryin' to sell the Bear and Crow. Now he's braggin' on a flea bit flop where no one else will go.
It overlooks a factory and the bridge to homo hell, As if views are important in a by the hour Hotel. He'll work the desk, do his best, then chat when things get slow, But it's obvious the Bear is dead and all that's left is Crow.
