I am afraid it would sting.
Probably wouldn’t taste good, too.
It would make an awful goo!
Manly, yes, but she likes it, too!
Excuse me all while I take a poo.
Burpo, you are so funny!
You’re every Doper’s little honey.
He’s the bees knees.
And knows how to please
And his juggling skills? Like, wow, man!
As Bart would say, “don’t have a cow, man.”
Even better is his skill with a rhyme
He’s a poet, and didn’t know it, everytime.
And can make a refreshing summer drink of lemon and lime.
I will never–EVER–resort to mime.
Good to hear that; it’s a relief.
If you did there’d be no end to the grief.
You could always take your show on the road.
But stick to the pavement; the lawn’s just been mowed.
But don’t walk on it 'cuz Clint will growl.