You just might get some
Freshly baked pie whenever
Someone joins the Dope
Someone joins the Dope
Stinky the Trock runs rampant
Off to the cornfield
Off to the cornfield:
Bill Mumy sends you there or
Alpha Centauri
Alpha Centauri
has no cornfields, I believe,
but I’ve never been.
But I’ve never been
To Alaska’s winter, so
Maybe I’ll survive.
Maybe I’ll survive
Maybe I’ll be petrified
Go, walk out the door
Go, walk out the door.
Just turn around now, you’re not
Welcome any more.
— Gloria Gaynor
Welcome any more
You think I’d lay down and die?
You think I’d crumble?
You think I’d crumble
Oreos into a crust
For choc’late cheesecake?
For choc’late cheesecake?
I would crawl a million miles
Through dust, sand, and weeds
You. Are. Awesome.
Whodathunk those lyrics fit the haiku format? Not I. Well done - very well done indeed!
In play:
Through dust, sand, and weeds
I drove my Great Aunt Edna;
on and on she bitched.
Mean Mr. Mustard
Gave me the impetus and
I just ran with it. (Credit where credit is due.)
BIP:
On and on she bitched.
Putting her on the car roof
Was no accident.
Was no accident
But the noodle incident
Most certainly was
“Most certainly was!”
“Most certainly was NOT!” Such
Stinging repartee.
Stinging repartee
When that freakin’ bumblebee
Called me a moron
Called me a moron;
Sticks and stones will break my bones
But names can’t hurt me
But names can’t hurt me
Is a lie our parents taught
To conceal our pain.
“To conceal our pain,”
the choir said, “we will sing
only happy tunes.”
Only happy tunes
No Looney or Merrie ones
Just Flintstones reruns