Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
Once upon a midnight snoozing
After a night of heavy boozing
With Poetwheel, my buddy, and old Long John at the bar
Suddenly, within mid-stumble, thought I heard a little mumble,
"What the world is that?", I grumbled
Standing near the kitchen door.
'Tis the breeze and nothing more.
Once again I tried to rise up,
Trying hard to get my thighs up
I heard that distant sound come somewhat louder than before.
"What the hell is happening here? Could it be Wheel with a beer?
That's it! A nightcap for good cheer.
Here I opened wide the door…..
Toerag sat…..and nothing more.
"Toe!", I cried. "What brings you here
Upon the steps of Balladeer
And why the hell are you dressed in a red Christian Dior?
Oh, dear Toe, please don't look so sad. Looks like you're going to go mad.
Please tell me now, my useless gonad
What brings you here to my back door?"
Quoth the Toerag…"please…..no…more"
"Why, Toerag, boy, my little cretin,
We know you've taken quite a beatin'
First by Balladeer and then by Wheel, three times more,
But you're the one who drew your guns and blasted me with witless puns
Now YOU'RE the one who lies undone
Impaled on my rhyming sword."
Quoth the Toerag…"please…no…more"
"HAH! You will find no pity here!
No brainless little ditty here.
Pure poetry comes out from each and every single pore.
So hold on to your mindless chatter in your head until it splatters
And you go mad as other hatters
Who had come to win before!"
Quoth the Toerag…."please…no…more"
And poor Toerag, never flitting,
Still is sitting, drooling, spitting,
Mumbling fragments of half-sentences and no one knows what for
For it was made so very clear by Poetwheel and Balladeer
That no one ever need to fear
The poet Toerag was before….