About Nutella,
friends, I will only say this:
haikus are too short.
Haikus are too short?
Then ask Vanna if you can
Buy a syllable
Buy a syllable.
Auction off seven phonemes.
Accept your sentence.
Accept your sentence
Have pep in your step as you
March to the gallows
March to the gallows
There is no fate that can’t be
Surmounted by scorn
Surmounted by scorn
Reminds me of an old man
I won’t speak his name
I won’t speak his name
But it rhymes with grump and rump
And most of all dump
And most of all dump
is where he should be, along
with his sidekick Musk
with his sidekick Musk,
the Orange Peril ruins.
Many lives destroyed
Many lives destroyed
I can no longer afford
My Kung Pao chicken
My Kung Pao chicken
was no good. Prob’ly made by
a spice-phobic cook.
A spice-phobic cook
Would please mother and sister.
I’d like a bit, though.
I’d like a bit though
I don’t like to be rode hard
Or put away wet
Or put away wet
Is what makes your clean laundry
smell kinda musty.
Smell kinda musty
With a hint of vanilla?
I think it will sell.
“I think it will sell”
Said Henry, with confidence
To his son, Edsel
To his son, Edsel
he left his blue monkey wrench
and a screwdriver.
And a screwdriver
After all that tequila –
I forget the rest.
I forget the rest
Is how I finish most songs
I attempt to sing
I attempt to sing
The ditty “Your State’s Name Here.”
Once again, I fail.