Friday NightMature

When the witching hour comes to pass,

our Friday night just begins.

You're welcome to join this cagey bunch, just

mind your fingers, don't try to touch.

Thunder is loyal with a booming voice.

Ear Muffs,

to bring or not that's your choice.

Laser Guts is a lovely broad.

Don't pull her finger and

stay down wind.

We have more to offer,

just come and see.

This Friday night come

meet the Freeks.

The End

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