A short recipe for…
(slightly bogus)
All the same,
Thee will i blame,
No matter what you say,
The guilt won’t let you breathe for a day.
Crack in the eye,
Chickens happily fry,
Their eye will never cry,
But surely, they could try…
You are sick, sick, sick!
I will kill you with a brick,
You will want the floor to lick,
But that for sure won’t do the trick.
You are a guilty bastard,
Insensitively used the mustard!