A Chip On His Humpback

His father was a gentleman his mother was a mutt the offspring is a little man a gentleman he's not. He was in stature really tiny and had a big hunchback the Fatherland would call him Heini and stuff him in a sack. He, on his visits, misbehaves and stomps his little feet which is some feat meant just for Braves and very hard to beat. Because, I'll tell you now my friend if both are in your mouth you'd have to stoop and strain and bend to kick the Belles down South. So get a life, consider glasses to see the real world there comes a time when dimwit asses into the mud are hurled.