Mr. The Twat

Mr the Twat had a small south american hat
Mr the Twat had the social skills of a gnat
Mr the Twat did once outwit that splat
Mr the Twat was quite a bit fat
Mr the Twat sure do shat
Mr the Twat was always up for a bat
Mr the Twat ate too many kit kats
Mr the Twat should have chewed qat
Mr the Twat saw a walkman and spat
Mr the Twat certainly could chat
Mr the Twat never once knew where it was at
Mr the Twat never cried funk dat
Mr the Twat had less charm than a syphillis covered rat
Mr the Twat had a name that rhymed with Matt
Mr the Twat could have done with meeting Yasser Arafat (1960's gun weilding one)
Mr the Twat said 'roooaaar continuously like utter prat
Mr the Twat should not be confused with Mr Hat (who had a lot more charisma)
Mr the Twat squealed like a stuck pig at the thought of adventure
Mr the Twat was always banging on about emphanadas
Mr the Twat was a fucking bunghole
Mr the Twat never shut the fuck up
Mr the Twat tried to impress chicks by talking about weapons companies
Mr the Twat helped my italian no end
Mr the Twat was a turd
Mr the Twat left in Bolivia
thank fuck for that!
man i fucking hated Mr the Twat