"I'm off 'fore this "Bourne" chap comes round For he's not dead, just stunned I'll be bound And when he finds out Who did this, I've no doubt My Germanic bonce he will pound."
Take "The", [proper name] and a filler For the title of your Ludlum thriller. Then on to the plot Which is mostly rot With a secret, three spies, and a killer.
The chuck key was here, in the drill But the chuck's gone AWOL from the quill! Events now play Hob With my "ten minute job" Wasting time, adding cost, sapping will
Jingle bells, jingle bells all the way Oh what fun! That's what people will say Wearing red Christmas slacks With my shotgun and axe In my festive one-horse Christmas slay