There once was a boy named Ed

pent up frustration from building your dock?

 

So Ed wore a clock on his wrist.
Which was made from Japanese dead fist.

The hour struck two and he wanted to cry.
Watch, he had to, that masturbating Fry.

 

A poster, the flames he had fanned
As would say the great Mr. Hand:
"Hey now, Mr. Tope,
What are you, on dope?"
That's a damn good way to get BANNED.