CRUSTY THE PANTSUIT
(To the tune of “Frosty the Snowman”)
(by FR’s own C. Henrickson) Ho ho ho!
Crusty the pantsuit
Was like clothes that you’d discard,
With a sweat-stained top
And a stretched-out butt
And two legs that smelled like lard.
Crusty the pantsuit
Was pulled out most ev’ry day.
As she put it on,
Hilly sang this song:
“Black is slimming, so they say.”
She must have bought the pantsuit from
A wizard or an elf,
For when she took it off at night,
It stood up all by itself!
Oh . . .
Crusty the pantsuit
Was a fashion felony,
But the Freepers say,
“We can laugh and play
With these threads on Hillary.”
Frumpety frump frump,
Frumpety frump frump,
Look at Crusty glow.
Rumpety rump rump,
Rumpety rump rump,
Over the Hill we go!
Charlie Henrickson
When you have calves that could possibly make an elephant blush, pants suits may not be a bad idea.
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