Tinkerbell & Friends

There once was a fish named Tinkerbell.

Pretty and pink, the favourite of El;

Who lived in a tank with her fishy friends;

In a house full of surf boards, one contends.

 

So now I tell, this tragic tale;

Of Tinkerbell’s fate by a horny male.

Tinkerbell’s owner has a spouse most sly;

Whose entire world was lie after lie.

 

And then one day, the relationship over;

He had to leave and said he’d show her.

He took his stuff when El was away.

Poor Tinkerbell and friends, were the ones to pay.

 

He flushed the fishies down the toilet bowl.

That son of a bitch was very cruel.

So El came back to no Tinkerbell.

He wanted them gone to fishy hell.

 

For what he did he has to pay.

They haunt his dreams, every single day.

They come to him whenever he sleeps,

And say these things until he weeps:

 

“Someday we’ll come to take your soul,

And make your grave like a toilet bowl.

Here lies the body of a liar so.

Where he’s gone to, I don’t know.

 

For if he went to heaven above,

Kiss good bye to peace and love.

And if he sought a lower level,

Surely God has mercy on the Devil.”

 

Such a tragic tale, but please don’t cry.

There’re fishy angels in the heavens high.

A cute, pink fish called ‘Tinkerbell’,

Is waiting in heaven for her El.