Snit Wit
He said I was a twit
I got in a snit
So I called him a lack wit
He called me a two bit
I replied he was a wanna be Brit
He replied that I was a sharp-tongued chit
I shot out, you half witted horse nit
He shot back, crybaby having a fit
I let loose with unprepared lawyer without a writ
He let looser with un-popped white-headed pustulous zit
I yelled amateur lounge singer without a hit!
He yelled plebian with bad taste in lit
I screeched, lazy legged laggard who has to sit
He smiled and quietly said,
Pusillanimous constipated porky pig that can’t shit.
Damn, I think I’ll quit.
