Bob the Bigfoot

HOLY COW! It's Bigfoot, there in the brush Lower your voices- he's skiddish Now, hush I know his habits, I'm privy as hell An expert and scholar, I've studied him well While in line at the grocery For years I've immersed In various tabloids becoming well versed I even speak sasquatch Oh, you don’t believe?! It's a cross between Latin and baboonanese His dads a zookeeper, his mothers a chimp Her name is Chin Chin- his name is Chip He's a renaissance man Well at least is half way The other halves savage in need of a shave Just stash those cameras he hates paparazzi And Jack Links commercials And rappers with posses He loathes boy bands and people named Josh And meat from a can And Spicegirls called Posh He's against any wars but supports the troops And completely abhors When his fur cakes with poop detests media bias mainly FOX NEWS But believes Bill O'reilly has interesting views He enjoys fine wine and deep conversation Flinging his poo and masturbation Those would be two of his favorite hobbies The world calls him Big Foot His pops calls him Robbie