“You ought to be ashamed,” I heard a fiendish whisper say;
I heard it from a troll who spies on me both night and day.
“I have the right to pry and prod; morality is mine.”
I guess it must be so because they say it all the time:
A creaking whisper night and day, like squeaks from grandma’s ass;
At first it’s pretty funny but you soon wish it would pass.