KathyLu
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Arnold Finnegar, full of woe
Don’t know where, but he’s gotta go
They filled him full of DiMera c r a p
And turned that felon into a sap
He slithered his way into Sami’s bed
Rafe’s gonna make him wish he was dead
Making jokes and smirking like a dope
His lips were sealed until he talked to Hope
Sophia set his pants on fire
Now the jerk plans to retire
And get away with what he’s done
Head to Colombia to have some fun
He made a deal with the Salem P.D.
Now the fools are gonna set him free
Bo wants to make the DiMeras pay
But again, as usual, they’ll get away
Abe spread the word all over town
This time, the DiMeras are gonna go down
Mr. Mayor shouldn’t count his chickens yet
He’s gonna have to eat his words, I’ll bet
Stefano, the old coot, has a plan
To get rid of the impostor any way he can
Our friend, Arnold, better watch his step
‘Cause Stefano DiMera ain’t counted out yet
Bo Brady’s all cocky and full of glee
Maybe this will validate the Salem P.D.
All too soon, he’ll be crying, “Boo, hoo”
‘Cause Bo counted all his chickens too
Hats off to Arnold Finnegar
We’ll miss your sass and vinegar
You never measured up to our friend, Rafe
But with your demise, Sami Brady’s safe
Alas, the impostor was killed in his cell
Guess he took up residence in hell
The DiMera evil will never cease
So, Arnold Finnegar, rest in peace
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge
© July 19, 2011
All Rights Reserved
Don’t know where, but he’s gotta go
They filled him full of DiMera c r a p
And turned that felon into a sap
He slithered his way into Sami’s bed
Rafe’s gonna make him wish he was dead
Making jokes and smirking like a dope
His lips were sealed until he talked to Hope
Sophia set his pants on fire
Now the jerk plans to retire
And get away with what he’s done
Head to Colombia to have some fun
He made a deal with the Salem P.D.
Now the fools are gonna set him free
Bo wants to make the DiMeras pay
But again, as usual, they’ll get away
Abe spread the word all over town
This time, the DiMeras are gonna go down
Mr. Mayor shouldn’t count his chickens yet
He’s gonna have to eat his words, I’ll bet
Stefano, the old coot, has a plan
To get rid of the impostor any way he can
Our friend, Arnold, better watch his step
‘Cause Stefano DiMera ain’t counted out yet
Bo Brady’s all cocky and full of glee
Maybe this will validate the Salem P.D.
All too soon, he’ll be crying, “Boo, hoo”
‘Cause Bo counted all his chickens too
Hats off to Arnold Finnegar
We’ll miss your sass and vinegar
You never measured up to our friend, Rafe
But with your demise, Sami Brady’s safe
Alas, the impostor was killed in his cell
Guess he took up residence in hell
The DiMera evil will never cease
So, Arnold Finnegar, rest in peace
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge
© July 19, 2011
All Rights Reserved
