Obarna

Obarna - a poem

'O barn a thing of beauty

'O barn, you're full of shit

'O barn, you're full of it

'O barn, they dig your style

'O barn, some dig your guile

'O barn, you wreck our digs

'O barn a head with whigs

'O barn, though you are wrong

'O barn, you've got your throng

'O barn a fix too strong

'O barn, wont last too long

So barn, we'll close your door

'O barn, see you no more