Mortimer Scrimp was a Drimp, Who always walked with a limp He didn't kinow the meaning of the word:'blimp' And smelt horribly of rotten shrimp. Archibald Scramp wasn't a tramp,
Scrump knew that his days were numbered, As he 'sweated it out' in a pollice interrogation room, he relised that he was too non-swensical to remain amoung the ordinary folk.
The police pursued him like a dog chasing a weasel. "Come back here or we'll send you back to the bee hive!" "No!" Screamed Scrump "Don't make me go back there, my skin is already MESSED UP!"
