The Mgt, she lurks about
she's the one in charge, no doubt
Mysterious, she hardly posts
as if she were one of the ghosts
She was here and now she's there
like Santa Claus, she's everywhere
She shows up, the rats they scatter
trolls, they won't get any fatter
The place is quiet as a mouse
a padded cell for the whole house
When she's gone, they all come back
have a little grilled troll snack
I've heard the inmates run the place
Until again she shows her face
ps i have had an aggravting day which brings out my creative side, for good or ill :wink:
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HOSRIE!? I THOUGHT YOU WAS DEAD!
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Beat me to it.
Fucker.
bump.