Haiku Madness Part Deux

“Of a bowling ball”
Is like “To a Nightengale”,
An enthralling ode.

An enthralling ode
To a dirty, dusty road
(I’m in rhyming mode)

I’m in rhyming mode -
Universal product code
And a megapode.

And a megapode,
Clucking its way down the road:
Its megapode code.

(Really desperate.)

It’s megapode code
Available to download
Even from commode

Even from commode
While you’re dropping a large load
You might yet be towed.

(I think I ought to go get some sleep.)

You might yet be towed
Universal product code
Underground railroad

Underground railroad;
Sandra and Keanu rode
It to street level.

It to street level
Emerged, adjusted his hair,
Called cousin Gomez

Called cousin Gomez
And asked for family news.
They’re all going mad.

They’re all going mad
For the latest fad; but I
Don’t know what it is.

Don’t know what it is,
What it does, what it isn’t . . .
That’s the lyrics, right?

That’s the lyrics, right?
Na na na na-na-na-naaa
And it’s called Hey Jude?

And it’s called hay, Jude.
Not fodder or straw or feed.
Just feed the horses…

Just feed the horses
The cows, chickens, and pigs can
Head to McDonald’s

Head to McDonald’s
Farm, on which he has some chicks:
E-I-E-I-O

E-I-E-I-O?
Stole all the vowels from the
Welsh, bloody Vikings?

Welsh, bloody Vikings?
No, they’ll pay you what they owe;
but that word is wrong.

But that word is wrong.
I don’t care if you say it’s
Cromulent. It’s not.

Cromulent it’s not,
But it is a fine sort of
Mediocrity.