Twenty-Eight, | |
Tell me are you single yet?-- | |
My heart's as big as Texas. | |
It'd take more than just a lingual | |
threat to get this pest to let live. | |
At best he'll need a sedative, | |
and strap him to a steady bed. | |
At worst it's, he's already dead | |
the first time folks have heard this-- A song of these, | |
the bone dry jokes from the | |
grown kids' spoked men's notebooks. | |
Li'l Pone go slow and hollow | |
like an empty rowboat looks; | |
left to float alone, it follows. | |
Where any air goes, it's took. |