Face in the Nut by Charley Noble and 999


T'was on November third I saw
The picture of a TRAP-ed man
With signs of horror on his face
For he was doomed to fall from grace
And never more be scratched by hand

T'was on November fourth I felt
The pain of parting on the morrow
When RIPped from the scrotal sac
I'll leave my partner hanging back
In loneliness and sorrow

[Music interlude: bodhran and border pipes imitating a strangulated hernia]

T'was on November fifth I heard
The voice of yon said TRAPped man
Who dangle-ed like he was lost
And never once did he accost
The surgeon who dis-LODGE-ed him

T'was on November sixth I vow
A shiver ran-ned up my spine
It tumb-bled-down and there it sat
A testicule without its wrap
Once willing, now, his health declined

[Silent pause]

And now to the moral of this tale,
After the ball is o'er, we must still prevail!
Let us not mourn or be bereft,
But raise a glass to the one that's left.

The End