Sl*t? I don't know what word you were trying to write, so I'll assume you meant "slot".
Old Macdonel had a slot
In which he hid his lot
But instead of beer, pipes and bowls
Old Macdoneld hid bones, hands, and skulls
Every night he would go to the city
And dance around, meet someone pretty
He would ask her to come to his place
Where he would then cut of her face
With each new sucessful kill
Over the years this slot did fill
Till one day the smell overflowed
Carried all the way down the road
Where sherrif Johnson could easily smell
The work of that farmer from hell
So instead of going to the city that night
Old Macdoneld was hung from a height
Hey, it had a happy ending. I guess.
New line
It was the happiest time of his life
