to score primo weed
Just whisper to Honest Abe
“Four score and seven”
Which is not that fun
To whisper to honest Abe
“Four Score and seven”
Four score and seven
is a dumb way to say
eighty seven years.
Eighty seven years
Is too long for us to wait
For this game to end.
For this game to end
just declare me the winner
and that will be it.
“And that will be it?”
The waitress asks the diners.
“No dessert today?”
No dessert today?
I’m too fat anyway, but
Sternvogel is cruel.
Sternvogel is cruel
in the way Elvis had said
to a heart that’s true
to a heart that’s true
thy love can last forever
if thou art worthy
“If thou art worthy”
said the lady in the lake
“take Excalibur”
Take Excalibur
and Sting and Anduril, too
all great mythic swords
All great mythic swords
are nothing but echoes of
when the Iron Age dawned.
When the iron age dawned
people stopped wearing wrinkly clothes
it was a neat time.
“It was a neat time,”
Tom Swift said heatedly, but
she was clearly board.
She was clearly board.
No boobage whatsoever!
Sex change was a scam.
Sex change was a scam
Billy Tipton still had all
of her girly bits.
I think we should pause now and then to give a shout of appreciation when we find ourselves particularly amused by an entry.
So, SHOUT to Cluricaun.
mmm
Of her girly bits,
I’ll say nothing. After all,
I’m a gentleman.
I’m a gentleman
except when drinking whiskey
or when you are here.
or when you are here
or when you are there, it is
neither here nor there