Parts That Require Frequent Calibration
A man once played my didgeridoo
While I set out to murder you
With my thick-soled bowling shoe
Little wonder, the magistrate said
That you should twist and turn in bed
And so murdered him instead
"We'll dig a grave in Timbuktu"
And shoveling did, indeed, ensue
As shoveling is wont to do
A man once played my thingamajig
While I plucked at his ripened fig
They came and threw us in the brig
I'm jailed-up now in Kalamazoo
For drinking too much kickapoo
12 Steps I've promised to imbue
"Oh, irony! Thy name is bars"
I will detox rubbing elbows with the stars
(At Betty Ford's, can I still smoke cigars?)
I'll make my way to Wallamaloo
And hide out in the petting zoo
Until my nose and ears turn blue
| Contributors: | jm, Roland, F, Evan, Beefy, jorb, Gail, will_h. |
| Poem finished: | 8th December 2004 by jm. |