Well, the bag exploded with a mighty splash when I rolled out from the bed….
Thinking a few choice words, screaming, neighbors heard me, "Oh no, not again!!"
Bag… split in two… Bag split in two…
A massive leak, not a seep
A search for sheets… (sniff sniff)… and Febreze...
Cause the bag went K-boom… Stunk up the room, as usual…
So immediately, it became clear to me, can something here be sung…???
Other… than... screaming what was done? Let's… have some fun...
Yeah, let's… have some fun… Keyword being… fun… Then trouble has begun...
Well, administrators here drew a heavy sigh, because of what I wrote…
Decided enough's enough… got him on the hook… let's give him the boot!!!
Warrior on the hook… Warrior's getting boot!!
Said Sailor Sam, and Nowhere Man, yes indeed he will be… cooked…
Warrior's goose is cooked… His goose was cooked for good.
Saying Tony-baloney, you can't do this stuff no more… it grossed out… every single one...
I replied in jest, "Go get bent," saying, "Not true, you fools… it's just graphically true, my events..."
They replied unpleased, saying, "We shall see, here's your papers, you are served."
What the fudge is this?? Wasn't expecting this!! I was just having funnnnnnn.
I'm a… Bagger on the Run… Bagger on the Run
Met the County Judge, Italian - oh fudge! Threw his hands up in the air…
Shouting, "Mamma Mia, what have you done…? Son, are you deaf and dumb?"
Answer me, are you deaf and dumb!
Thinking about… running from the Judge… Running from the Judge...
Judge, you plead? Buono Giorno, your Honor, Como Stai?
Of course, I'm innocent…
A harmless thought, was the idea, capisce? This case reeks of bullshit.
Judge quipped,
"No! This is not fun, no bull. You speak of a leak? You son of a gun, it grossed everyone out."
Now displeased with me, I am totally freaked, possible jail time looms,
Thinking about cellmates' boom boom rooms.
Baggers gonna get boinked… baggers gonna get boinked…
And with a Ken Butt?? Ahhhh Mamma Mia, sore prisoner!
Antonio, come here… approach the bench… Come be quiet, don't fall…
My biggest fear, spread out on all fours… boink boink forever more...
Oh Mamma Mia, help me… no fun at all… no fun at all...
I started thinking, hump hump slap, maybe I should fall??
Should bagger fake a fall?? Bagger should stage a fall...
As I drew closer to him… something in the wind… a sniff sniff threw me off...
Thinking, I got a plan… I got a plan…
What can I use? A stoma fart, or bust my bag in two… as I fall...
I will accomplish this… hit the floor… for this… I wish I wish...
Reeking awfully… upon closer degree, it really wasn't me… gag...
Thankfully, it's not me… no, it wasn't me… nope, wasn't me...
As I stomped my feet… my notorious thump, thump, beat in server default,
He jumped up, said, "Clear the room… no one left but me."
In anticipation of my doom, around me he zoomed… as he clapped thump
thumped beats in retort.
"What does this mean?? Are you making fun of me?? You son of a bee..."
And as air grew weak, he signed to me, he clearly wasn't well… shhhh!
He said, "Son, look, you think?" opened his robe… "Can you help me?"
… he... was... in... my former hell.
Judge had sprung a leak… Judge had sprung a leak… yup, down to his feet...
He has an ileostomy, I just could not believe...
In shock I replied, "I got accessories… extra bags and rings... times three…
I carry specifically, let's see what you need… Si? Si!!"
But as I turned to him, with a grin, asked cautiously, "Paisan, what's in it for me??"
Chuckling so hard, he began to pee, said, "Eh Goombah. Prego, Arrivederci."
No more Bagger on the Run… I will carry on.
