Drunk In The Market

A dwarf, a cat, and basket of grapes
Sang the mad Haloo
And as he staggered round and round
He drank his evil brew
One part meth and 2 of cider
And one of goo glue galoo
One of hairspray ducktaped up
With half his liver too
A soiree near the empty market stalls
Convened with boozed up slobs
Winds up in a punch up, one on two
And a showing of the nobs

A dwarf, a cat, and basket of grapes
Echos round the empty stairwells
"my dads a duke and yur moms a blooke "
Sometimes echos in police cells

round and round and round he went
until his gravity was spent
he banged his head
some said he's dead

but he never got up in the morning