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And now presenting your great Mrs Bear's poem of the year *clears throat*
The Electric Mayhem, by Me.
The Electric Mayhem, what a noise!
But the kind of noise everyone enjoys,
That's the joy noise made by these boys.
Dr Teeth Don'tshoot, on the keys,
Plays out loud and clear, and loud as you please,
But, pelase, the beard's gotta hold some fleas.
Zoot on sax, is next in line,
He blows, and snores, and sleeps much time,
In line, he sleeps for time and time, but man that music is devine.
Floyd and Janice, lovers, like wow,
I mean, they are together, holy cow,
Wow oh wow, holy cow, they should be married right about now.
Lips on de trumpet, blowing that horn,
Lips with a main like crazy corn,
Corn round his face, and lips on horn, he plays all day from dusk till dawn.
Animal, that racket creature,
With hair that is positively a feature.
I wonder if he ever met an etiqute teacher....
And thats the lot,
My poem is done,
Better get back to my rowdy son.
Well, good, I think that should do. I think so anyway, do you? Oh, geez I'm stuck with a mind in ryhme, hey, look, is that the time? Oh, boy, I's so stuck, tell me are you? Now of to the bathroom to have a go at gettign ready for bed.
Um...that last one didn't ryhem...
The Electric Mayhem, by Me.
The Electric Mayhem, what a noise!
But the kind of noise everyone enjoys,
That's the joy noise made by these boys.
Dr Teeth Don'tshoot, on the keys,
Plays out loud and clear, and loud as you please,
But, pelase, the beard's gotta hold some fleas.
Zoot on sax, is next in line,
He blows, and snores, and sleeps much time,
In line, he sleeps for time and time, but man that music is devine.
Floyd and Janice, lovers, like wow,
I mean, they are together, holy cow,
Wow oh wow, holy cow, they should be married right about now.
Lips on de trumpet, blowing that horn,
Lips with a main like crazy corn,
Corn round his face, and lips on horn, he plays all day from dusk till dawn.
Animal, that racket creature,
With hair that is positively a feature.
I wonder if he ever met an etiqute teacher....
And thats the lot,
My poem is done,
Better get back to my rowdy son.
Well, good, I think that should do. I think so anyway, do you? Oh, geez I'm stuck with a mind in ryhme, hey, look, is that the time? Oh, boy, I's so stuck, tell me are you? Now of to the bathroom to have a go at gettign ready for bed.
Um...that last one didn't ryhem...
: Hurry up with that poem! Here, take this book of Robert Frost's works. It should help.
Free game, my foot! My devotion is completely to the frog.
Hmm, she sure tol' jou, okay. I belief de funniest I hef ever seen es jou hetting on de pig.