Stanley the Stanler with his Stanley Stare
Staring at us with his menacing stare
And when he goes to his house
He climbs up a stair
He climbs up a stair
With his Stanley Stare
Staring at us with his menacing glare.
Stanley the Stanler with his Stanley Stare
Staring at us with his menacing glare
And when he wakes in the morning
He brushes his hair
He brushes his hair with his Stanley Stare
And after he brushes his hair
Stanley the Stanler will go to the fair.
When Stanley the Stanler goes to the fair
Stanley the Stanler with his menacing glare
Stanley the Stanler will find a women for who he will care
And when Stanley the Stanler finds the women
Stanley the Stanler no longer has a menacing glare.
For Stanley the Stanler with his Stanley Stare
Finds a love in his life for who he will care.
Who will comment on his hair
Who will be with him when he will scare
For Stanley the Stanler with his Stanley Stare
No longer has a menacing glare.
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[ This poem was inspired by a hanging deer mount I have in the living room of my house who, as you can guess, we name Stanley and he also has a menacing glare. Like, seriously. It's creepy]
