Originally Posted by
BigBear
(Thought this was supposed to be a long joke, not a free form poem rhyming fest... Can't wait for the punch line)
Did you hear the one about the little girl in lace,
Who put a smile on everyone's face?
She was ugly as sin and not very thin,
She knew Bugs Bunny was not her kin.
And she sold guns for a double win,
Everyone was jealous of her original sin...
Garage built SMG's, I believe were Stens.
And then one day she began to pray,
For there upon the floor before her lay,
An intruder, spent casings, from which she play,
Her deadly song, which beckoned him to stay.
As bullets began to riddle his body, she sang;
come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me.
But alas they could not flee,
As they'd had too much coffee and had to pee.
But pee he could not, as his innards was shot,
And now thickens the plot, of the garage made Stens.
As to their origins, one not knows of where or when,
Only that they were sold by a shady guy named Ben.
He who hides in the shadows with pale, ashy skin,
And wears upon his face a peculiar grin.
He works throught he night and then by dawn,
All the Sten's seem to be gone.
Then he discovered he'd been played like a pawn.
He injected her with a non-poisionus spiders venom in hopes to increase her desire to spawn..
So she reported him to her local Walmart shift manager.
He said if she did, he would damage her.
This Ben was a large mean old man,
