Harry the Homey
He's got a rocket in his pocket...
He's got a warhead in his forehead...
He's got guns in his buns...
He's thrown grenades at his maids...
He's killed landlords with swords...
He's got missiles in his bristles...
He always arrives with knives...
He's the body keeper of the Grim Reaper...
He beats armadillos with pillows...
He drinks his cola weilding a bola...
He pays his taxes with axes...
He's got a tank in the bank...
He'll make you fail with his flail...
He'll ruin your face with his mace...
He's got more armor then a farmer...
He's got whips around his hips...
He's got a bomb with his mom...
Who is he you ask? ...
... He is ... Harry the Homey! *Kills Bob the Builder*....
By TheFoxx
© 2004 TheFoxx
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