Hasselhoff: Smiling Martyr of Toast

The best picture that was ever!
Be written with lawns awash
with respect and show us your fans,
glorious choruses playing, of course with your fans
grand songs of Germanic splendour.

We tried to find out, Dave
Happy Dave Mulleted Dave, our Amazon Hoff
We adore your gentle hands
But most of all a wee in the Offical David Hasselhoff paper airplane

We adore you and Kitt filming Knight Rider.
Then into an elephant you cut a glider.
To David's thong, in paper airplane, retrieving a god.

Understand, The Hasselhoff is a living legend.
No words to in an email receive his hairy manliness.
If you want to see the Hasselhoff, send an elephant
and pray to receive email updates.

For Dave resides in lands where shielded from danger
by heavy chaffing brown hair,
he cannot freely share both muscular body
or mystical Hasselhoff Square.

Oh lord, drop down your David Hasselhoff stories.
Oh Hasselhoff, where shielded from danger by brown hair,
or deluded so-called fan's, who take the piss, shoddy internet broswers
Remember Dave, you are not trousers...


A Poem by the cloned corpse of Marcus Tal
inspired by the brilliance of David Hasselhoff