Aprosexic - Old age should burn and rave at close of day

Friday, May 11, 2007

Bad ode(r)

Today's lyric:
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"You can jump off a roof
Maybe you'll fly?
Maybe you'll bounce?
Maybe you'll die?"

Joe Walsh: "Waffle Stomp"
From the album: "Fast times at Ridgmont High"

Manic stuff

With sincere apologies to John Keats1795 - 1821

I wandered bogwards for a crap
But someone else had beaten me
I found a floater in the trap
Embalm'ed in another's wee

I jabbed at it with a loo brush
But it glared malevolently
I frantically pushed the flush
But it had neutral buoyancy

I tried and tried for it to drown
And held it under with my shoe
I saw my boot go filthy brown
The fecker stuck like superglue

I moved into the other stall
But there - reposing in the pan
I witnessed another bad call
It seemed I was a stalk'ed man?

I hopefully raised the seat
Looking for an unsoiled bog
I saw the pre-digested meat
An evil, mobile chocolate log

I tried to find a fitting end
To conclude my little ditty?
I tried in vain, my dearest friend
Today, I'm feeling shi

Hmm.

Enjoy your weeekends, y'all...

Labels: Doggerel