Dat HoNKey (Poem)

HoNk HoNk said the HoNKeY
As he skid across the floor

As I kiCkeD him in the head
As he fLew out the door

Then he went into the valley
And sat upon a thrown

And spent his days conspiring
Tootin dat HoNKey hOrN

Dat HoNkey sLayed
And dat HoNkey stole
And dat HoNKey cursed our Lord

Dat HoNKey made a fortune
Sellin slaves and war

What a fool he is…
He’ll never know
Til dat HoNKey pays the toll

So just sit back and tip dat popcorn
As judgment day unfolds