The Plight of the Moochers

I’m entitled to my title of Moocher,
And you to your title, Moochee;
Just remember to do your true duty,
And give all your earnings to me.

You anger me now by these cutbacks,
For you never cut back before.
How can I plan out my future,
When you’re ‘n undependable bore?

Such base, irresponsible actions
Have caused me to march down the street;
I’m now missing the best television,
And this labor is killing my feet!

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2 Responses to The Plight of the Moochers

  1. Opus Dei says:

    ‘I’m now missing the best television,
    And this labor is killing my feet! ‘

    I love it! Beautiful pun.

  2. Brian Faulkner says:

    Thank you.

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