Dancing the Inevitable
Why must you dance the lambada?
Do you think you're Erik Estrada?
Your pants are too tight
Split them you might
Displaying your smallish tostada
Sally's favorite color was orange
And her cockatoo she named Lorange
They both spoke in rhyme
And often would mime
While sucking upon an old lozenge
I went to the doctor today
Was told I was really okay
"Get out of my sight"
I figured I might
Just haunt him if I passed away
D'you think there's a life after death?
She asked with her very last breath
St. Peter then said,
"The dead are just dead"
"Up here there's no royalty, Beth"
Headcheese and pegleg don't whack
Google's dimentia is back
Now spoonbill is all
That whackers can maul
By inserting a word such as "quack"
I squish ev'ry ant that I see
I'll even pull wings from a bee
But crickets - I pet
Just why, I forget
Maybe because they pet me
The boogeyman's under my bed
Just ask my pals Ned, Ted, and Red
Oh, no! Where'd they go?
I'm afraid that I know
The boogeyman has just been fed
Contributors: | F, Karin(input from F), Karin, N, Beefy, Padfoot, Grayman, Kansas Sam, quasi. |
Poem finished: | 9th October 2003 by Beefy. |