I am the Devil Incontinent
They call me Peelzebub
As I walk home legs crossed
After a few beers at the pub
I mark my territory
As I walk past your gate
Better hide if you’re in
Until the flow abates
So beware the Lord of Dampness
Or I will have your soul
You are looking a little flushed
Can you keep control?
The fallen angel smiled
At his victim a Parky gent
Slow in every movement
But bladder urgent
He offered a contest
Will cure his Parkinson’s
But if he loses the bet
Hell will welcome him in
I am the Devil Incontinent
They call me Loositta
Will challenge you to contest
It’s not propaganda
The Parky gent suggestion
That they draw art in the snow
Devil saw his shaky hand
Would take his prize below
Devil composed his picture
Masterpiece with a flourish
He looked across with shock
As he heard splash and splish
Parky gent with two shakes
Finished Devil’s portrait
Devil fiddling in Georgia
Devil had to admit was great
The Devil a sore loser
Asked how? Did you cheat?
Devil cured Parkinson’s
Had to admit defeat
The Parky gent answered
Pills side effects boosts my art
Parkinson’s was in my head
Devil you will never get my heart
I am the Devil Incontinent
They call me Lord of the Flies
Maybe you will bust a zip
And get a big surprise
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