"Red rover, red rover send Charlie over," said the laughing children. "He's always the last one picked."
And then Charlie came over…..rumbling, bumbling, stumbling…
The kids all laughed and snickered as Charlie built his head of steam…."He's always the last one picked."
And then that big bad wolf Charlie huffed and he puffed and he blew the house down…and Charlie giggled as the children scurried in horror…Oh my.
Irrelevant, has-been, never will be again.
0-6—something that can't be fixed.
Misdirection, power running game….42 points in the same game?
And that big gasp for air you all hear?
That would be those that cheered while Charlie was away… learning his craft he'll use today.
Charlie has his list and he's checking it twice…the "fat guy" knows who's been naughty or nice. Big Bad Charlie is coming to your town....
Say goodnight fat Terry. Sorry to see you go Jay. What was that Mr. May? Mr. Dodd's shot his last wad, and Wilbon is about to be sat on...
What's that Lee? Charlie's in the chicken coop and he's eating all the chickens? Oh my, whatever will they do?
Hey there Little Red Lloyding Hood…..you sure are looking good…you're everything that a big bad wolf could want.
A long time coming? You bet your sweet Mark May's