Semantics Alone
At 4 o'clock on Sunday, with nothing much to do
I called my Uncle Horace and loudly yelled out, "Boo!"
It was to no avail, the poor old chap was deaf
And mistakenly, he always took a treble for a clef
Later that same day, while looking for a laugh
I called my dear old mother; it was another gaffe
She told me she was baking, and asked if I'd call back
I did, two seconds later. She went on the attack.
"How can I do my baking, you selfish little twerp!?"
I thought, Gee, Ma's a bitch today and let out a thunderous burp
As thought she hadn't heard me, she sang into the phone "..
"You're always in my heart...for you are not alone"
"Yes, you're always in my heart...for you are not alone" .. she sang
I told her I was over that old Michael Jackson thang
But she pretended deafness, just like my auntie Sue
Who used to warble threateningly and sometimes even coo
I know it isn't normal to express One's rage in song
But then again, the normal cannot right what's left of wrong
So if You have my genetics, when the Doom croon bids you on,
Go sail a kite but only when you're wearing a sarong
Contributors: | N, F, Porsha, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 14th August 2003. |