Oh, dear, I have a task to do
Shoved down my throat by Susie-Q
Of course, I just say that in jest
'Cause Susie makes me try my best
The task, in case you haven't heard,
Is to try and find a compelling word
To lure Good Churak to our fold
Ignoring grudges he may hold
We know about the gross affront
His gentle nature bore the brunt
On that, there's little we can say
Besides, it's history, anyway
Churak is such an kindly soul
Who always plays the friendly role
Helping those cast in our jail
Indeed, he often makes their bail
If you believe what I just said
Get someone to inspect your head
And if you think that he feels pain
All I can say is, "Think again!"
It's not that he is silver-tongued
Indeed, his mouth should oft be bunged
But, even so, we get a kick
When he pens his humor sharp and quick
He's gone off now to his land of dreams
Where he can say just what he means
Offending all as best he can
With ne'er a threat from mortal man
Should we, then, his movement bless
Over in that soiled mess
"No! No!", say I, "that has a price"
If he be barred from paradise."
But, "barred" is only in his mood
A state which should be gone for good
For even Matt hopes he'll return
Across the bridge Ol' Matt did burn
Now, having really done my best
To lure you from your current nest
All I can do is shout real clear ...
... GET YOUR ASS BACK OVER HERE!!!!
Fred