What a sad, pathetic excuse for a strip
Fostered by imbeciles and written by a dip
Inane, banal and hopelessly trite
Locher it seems, long ago gave up the fight
What a deplorable end to the once famed dick
It’s enough to make even the stoutest fan sick
The days drag on and on and on
We count down the time till Locher is gone
Will there anything left for another artist to save
Or is Tracy finally destined for the grave.
What a sad, pathetic excuse for a strip Fostered by imbeciles and written by a dip Inane, banal and hopelessly trite Locher it seems, long ago gave up the fight What a deplorable end to the once famed dick It’s enough to make even the stoutest fan sick The days drag on and on and on We count down the time till Locher is gone Will there anything left for another artist to save Or is Tracy finally destined for the grave.