Curse you alarm clock!
By missmfa
May the cat get your tongue So you'll never again utter a sound. May you fall in fresh dung Then gather dust in a "lost and found". May your hands turn into feet And may your face become uglier. Do you plan to inherit? Well then, may Big Ben, your grandfather, Completely cut you off his will. May a baby pee on you. May you be run over by one gigantic wheel Or even twenty-two. And just when your batteries have gone dead, May batteries be out of stock You rude, drag-them-from-bed, sleep-interrupting clock! Written October 11th, 2001 © on Oct 10 2001 05:56 PM PST, Mildred Achoch 0 • 14
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"May the cat get your tongue..."