I’m on TMA chat, and we’re talking about poetry. This is a song I wanted to write and it’s just sitting in the backlog.
“No one’s as horny as me, I promise you that …”
said the cat,
“I disagree,” said the undersexed bee.
“My woman has been rather busy
workin me like a dog…”
“How the hell would you know!?”
bitched Fido -
(Then his wife ‘cuz she carped a lot
“how you would know about bitching love?”
And Fido said, “hush dear, you carp too much”)
The carp said, “your fish-talk offends me, and it takes one to know one”
“Enough!” said the toad, “can’t we all get along?”
“Who are you, the Buddha?” – said the kangaroo?
The silkworm, who frankly was tired and couldn’t get painkillers ground down to dosages more size appropriate … she got kind of shrill and became (no pun intended)
…(and please do not kill me for that one!)
…and said, “Hey mate, what do you know about religion
and hasn’t your visa expired as well? -
so I think that the meadow might join me
in a rousing round of go to hell…”
The crickets agreed, or they would have if they hadn’t been chanting
-I can not hazard a guess, as to what the lizards would have said
for they were off door to door
for I think they may have been Jehovah’s witnesses.
And the cat had gone next door as well,
and asked for a favor because it had problems
-She thought the elephant might let her borrow … well .. her, you know …
But it had been taken, by -get this – the mosquito
And the goat was amused by this clatter -
and did not think a lot was the matter
he knew just exactly who the horniest animal was
in the bestial kingdom