Deep-Fried Nostalgia
Up your nose with a rubber hose
Fonzie's gift for rhyming shows
Planning sins with countless twins
Spins our manly bowling pins
In your face with a can of mace
Then off up the street at breakneck pace
Dodging cars and seeing stars
Was Fonzie one of Kotter's stars?
The mem'ry stays of TV days
At cathode rays we'd dully gaze
A wastland vast as in the past
Minds are trashed and feelings lashed
Surfing round with muted sound
Confound! No T&A inbound!
Now I'll have to read. A screed?
Instead I'll roll and smoke some weed.
Contributors: | Mad Jock, Kansas Sam, Beefy, F, Grayman, Irene Adler, TG, Dassn't Say, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 13th October 2003 by Kansas Sam. |