Lark Buntings Laughing in the trees,

Hoarding butterscotch by the threes;

Crying “shark” throughout the night,

Tasting coffee in their sight.

Lark Buntings grinning,

Dying fast;

Now who’s laughing,

Laughing last.

Kangaroos have gender foes,

Shooting tadpoles from their noses;

Playing pinball in the sand,

Joey hears the Promised Land.

Hush little Joey hush,

Hush little Joey hush.

Apple seeds dance with merry,

To the horrid sounds of Joe Perry,

And his project,

His project failed.

License lends to licensees,

POWs on their knees;

Bike spokes cycle round the wheel,

Gong Show fans of mass appeal.

Taylor Daine and Tesla feud,

My Aunt Rose was so damn rude,

In her big senilitude.

Ponder questions rarely asked,

Space cadets are always last;

Sometimes after they’ve been gassed,

They hear their chromosomes,

They hear their chromosomes.

Electrical fooling machine works well on me,

Keith Olberman’s harsh reality steals my eccentricity;

It’s okay, I forgive the man,

Boston crab cakes in Siam.

Cleansers made from toxic powders,

Can’t connect without a router.

I draw conclusions from the clouds,

And talk as though I know McCloud;

Man, Chief Clifford’s so damn loud.

I like my water clean.

I like my water clean.

Spoken words are sewn by rhythm,

Doesn’t matter what’s within ‘em;

Music sounds from words of fashion,

Thoughts confused are another’s passion.

Take upon my oral list,

And weld the thoughts so often missed.

Feel the power, poets lurk;

Taste the gospel of their work.