Just one Honkay trying to take on the world. He honks all day and he honks all night. He honks in times of sorrow, in times of fright. He'll honk tomorrow, and he'll honk tonight. He honks through the corridors, through the swaying saloon doors. He'll honk in your home, he'll honk in mine, the boy will simply honk all the time.
You're nothing but a root-tootin', yassabossin', yellabellied Honkay.
by Bald McMansion September 20, 2010