tic toc tic toc.... there goes d clock... run run buddy ..run... or u will be stun.. by d way d world goes... wont listen to any woes... slog slog slog man... don't worry abt d tan... coz if u stop... u will be quelled... like a tree is ruthlessly felled... so run run run buddy... no one will care... no one will listen... all will mock... and in ur defeat..their faces glisten... Be ruthless n a butcher... if u have to live..in d future.. so said some divine soul... who was thrashed n killed... in a race for d goal...
Trotting on, a regal symphony. Mighty yawn, teeth glowering ominously. That aberrated bark, are my Pug Marks!