Ala bam a
Ya know? It's easy writin' poetry,
I do it all the time,
Though it's usually rediculous,
And sometimes it even rhymes.
Now most of my stuff is senseless,
But my conversations are too,
Some say that I'm incorrigible,
And I get rebuked by quite a few.
I usually ain't got too much to say,
And that ain't unusual for writers these days,
But criticism never gets me down,
I'm as good at sayin' nuthin as anyone around.
Now my teachers they all loved me,
I musta been one of their favorites,
They were always coming over,
Or on the phone with my parents!
Why they were at my house,
More than I ever showed up for school,
Notes to home for autographs,
Yep, they really thought I was cool.
But now I are more smarter,
With children of my own,
My daughter's a perfect angel,
My son's another Toe!
So now ya know about Toerag,
And why my mind's not quite sound,
It's like my parents told me,
What ya do comes back around!