On a bright and snowy morn I heard a tapping on my door.
Oh joy said I in Utter joy someone has sent me a new toy.
I opened it with so much haste I saw three things to meet my taste.
Oh no the time its pretty late the gifts I have will have to wait.
I wake to noise thats in my headI hear the word BULLSHIT!
Hey wait that ruins my poor rhyme I think Ill check those fish of mine... BULLSHIT.
Aha whose that in the dining room perhaps it is the evil Shroom .... BULLSHIT.
I know now what it is Ill do Ill stop that mushroom through and through.
The deed is done I thought Id won.
Yet what is this his spawn persits.
The mushrooms swarm throughout my house I need a drink to block them out.
Yet who is this looks back at me its evil homer there you see.
The mushrooms win I must give in.
As I feel faint my sight grows dim.
The last thig my poor ears percieve is the sound of mushrooms taunting me .... BULLSHIT.
