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William Wallace
vs.
Groundskeeper Willie
Poem-
THE BALLAD OF Willie
'Twas a peaceful day in Springfield
'round ye ol' mystery spot
"where logic takes a holiday...
and nature's laws are not."
When bagpipes began blaring,
with loud unholy force,
and a child was heard screaming,
"It's Mad Max on a horse!"
Mel Gibson slowly drew his sword,
"Oscar" was its name,
and faced the greasy janitor,
who'd come to play the game.
"I'm looking now for Willie,"
bellowed the Aussie git,
"who rides the devil's mower,
and thinks he's such hot s**t."
"rit har, ya kilted fairy,"
growled the whiskery knight,
as he revved his mighty mower,
and raised his weasel to the light.
"I din care aboot yur oscars,
ur your mountins o'movie cash.
Y'aint a kosher Scot,
an' i'm gin ta whup yer ass."
Freshly greased by doris,
Willie sat up tall,
Homer ate bad chili,
and rushed into a stall
Wallace put on makeup,
and straightened out his skirt
the slackjawed throng was ready...
for someone to get HURT.
IN CHARGED THE MIGHY STEEDS!
MOWER CLASHED WITH HORSE!
THAT WUSS DUNCAN MaCLEOD
LOST HIS PUNY HEAD, of course.
THE BLOOD, IT FLOWED LIKE RIVERS,
ACROSS THE VALLEY'S GRASSY NAP!
Mike Myers sold the souvenirs,
"'cause if it's not Scottish, IT'S CRAP!"
when the dust clouds finally cleared,
from the scotsmen's bloody rumba,
the pretty boy lay in gory tatters
and a kid yelled, "Aye Carumba!"
With the Handsome head in hand,
Willie slouched off to the door
of Springfield Elementary,
To wash and wax the floors.
How on earth could grand Mel Gibson fall,
to a scruffy, balding goon?
Well, it's like Eddie Valiant said,
"Ya just can't kill a toon."
vs.
Groundskeeper Willie
Poem-
THE BALLAD OF Willie
'Twas a peaceful day in Springfield
'round ye ol' mystery spot
"where logic takes a holiday...
and nature's laws are not."
When bagpipes began blaring,
with loud unholy force,
and a child was heard screaming,
"It's Mad Max on a horse!"
Mel Gibson slowly drew his sword,
"Oscar" was its name,
and faced the greasy janitor,
who'd come to play the game.
"I'm looking now for Willie,"
bellowed the Aussie git,
"who rides the devil's mower,
and thinks he's such hot s**t."
"rit har, ya kilted fairy,"
growled the whiskery knight,
as he revved his mighty mower,
and raised his weasel to the light.
"I din care aboot yur oscars,
ur your mountins o'movie cash.
Y'aint a kosher Scot,
an' i'm gin ta whup yer ass."
Freshly greased by doris,
Willie sat up tall,
Homer ate bad chili,
and rushed into a stall
Wallace put on makeup,
and straightened out his skirt
the slackjawed throng was ready...
for someone to get HURT.
IN CHARGED THE MIGHY STEEDS!
MOWER CLASHED WITH HORSE!
THAT WUSS DUNCAN MaCLEOD
LOST HIS PUNY HEAD, of course.
THE BLOOD, IT FLOWED LIKE RIVERS,
ACROSS THE VALLEY'S GRASSY NAP!
Mike Myers sold the souvenirs,
"'cause if it's not Scottish, IT'S CRAP!"
when the dust clouds finally cleared,
from the scotsmen's bloody rumba,
the pretty boy lay in gory tatters
and a kid yelled, "Aye Carumba!"
With the Handsome head in hand,
Willie slouched off to the door
of Springfield Elementary,
To wash and wax the floors.
How on earth could grand Mel Gibson fall,
to a scruffy, balding goon?
Well, it's like Eddie Valiant said,
"Ya just can't kill a toon."
Thats what I was thinking but then I suddenly thought maybe it does but I was wrong.
What has this got to do with WWF????!!!!!
William Wallace
vs.
Groundskeeper Willie
Poem-
THE BALLAD OF Willie
'Twas a peaceful day in Springfield
'round ye ol' mystery spot
"where logic takes a holiday...
and nature's laws are not."
When bagpipes began blaring,
with loud unholy force,
and a child was heard screaming,
"It's Mad Max on a horse!"
Mel Gibson slowly drew his sword,
"Oscar" was its name,
and faced the greasy janitor,
who'd come to play the game.
"I'm looking now for Willie,"
bellowed the Aussie git,
"who rides the devil's mower,
and thinks he's such hot s**t."
"rit har, ya kilted fairy,"
growled the whiskery knight,
as he revved his mighty mower,
and raised his weasel to the light.
"I din care aboot yur oscars,
ur your mountins o'movie cash.
Y'aint a kosher Scot,
an' i'm gin ta whup yer ass."
Freshly greased by doris,
Willie sat up tall,
Homer ate bad chili,
and rushed into a stall
Wallace put on makeup,
and straightened out his skirt
the slackjawed throng was ready...
for someone to get HURT.
IN CHARGED THE MIGHY STEEDS!
MOWER CLASHED WITH HORSE!
THAT WUSS DUNCAN MaCLEOD
LOST HIS PUNY HEAD, of course.
THE BLOOD, IT FLOWED LIKE RIVERS,
ACROSS THE VALLEY'S GRASSY NAP!
Mike Myers sold the souvenirs,
"'cause if it's not Scottish, IT'S CRAP!"
when the dust clouds finally cleared,
from the scotsmen's bloody rumba,
the pretty boy lay in gory tatters
and a kid yelled, "Aye Carumba!"
With the Handsome head in hand,
Willie slouched off to the door
of Springfield Elementary,
To wash and wax the floors.
How on earth could grand Mel Gibson fall,
to a scruffy, balding goon?
Well, it's like Eddie Valiant said,
"Ya just can't kill a toon."
vs.
Groundskeeper Willie
Poem-
THE BALLAD OF Willie
'Twas a peaceful day in Springfield
'round ye ol' mystery spot
"where logic takes a holiday...
and nature's laws are not."
When bagpipes began blaring,
with loud unholy force,
and a child was heard screaming,
"It's Mad Max on a horse!"
Mel Gibson slowly drew his sword,
"Oscar" was its name,
and faced the greasy janitor,
who'd come to play the game.
"I'm looking now for Willie,"
bellowed the Aussie git,
"who rides the devil's mower,
and thinks he's such hot s**t."
"rit har, ya kilted fairy,"
growled the whiskery knight,
as he revved his mighty mower,
and raised his weasel to the light.
"I din care aboot yur oscars,
ur your mountins o'movie cash.
Y'aint a kosher Scot,
an' i'm gin ta whup yer ass."
Freshly greased by doris,
Willie sat up tall,
Homer ate bad chili,
and rushed into a stall
Wallace put on makeup,
and straightened out his skirt
the slackjawed throng was ready...
for someone to get HURT.
IN CHARGED THE MIGHY STEEDS!
MOWER CLASHED WITH HORSE!
THAT WUSS DUNCAN MaCLEOD
LOST HIS PUNY HEAD, of course.
THE BLOOD, IT FLOWED LIKE RIVERS,
ACROSS THE VALLEY'S GRASSY NAP!
Mike Myers sold the souvenirs,
"'cause if it's not Scottish, IT'S CRAP!"
when the dust clouds finally cleared,
from the scotsmen's bloody rumba,
the pretty boy lay in gory tatters
and a kid yelled, "Aye Carumba!"
With the Handsome head in hand,
Willie slouched off to the door
of Springfield Elementary,
To wash and wax the floors.
How on earth could grand Mel Gibson fall,
to a scruffy, balding goon?
Well, it's like Eddie Valiant said,
"Ya just can't kill a toon."