I know what you mean,
I was there at the scene
when the high coronation began.
You popped from the cake,
and make no mistake,
you were quite the fine King Go-Go Man!
I think that Nurse C,
(and I'm sure you'll agree)
had a thing for the way that you popped...
With wax dripping down
from the flame of the crown,
her jaw pretty quickly soon dropped.
And all of those painters
and Justins and waiters
were impressed by your entry, for sure.
It didn't make sense, though,
that Rockwell was tense, so
I ducked behind my bedroom door!
The Cratchet, my friend,
had you poked in the end
with some wild kind of drug that's real funky.
Next Thyme, grab a brush
and we'll paint on her tush
a nightmare that looks like a monkey!
aka Leonardo DaVinci
(Welcome back, Andrew my friend!)
[This message has been edited by Justin Thyme (edited 11-23-1999).]