Every now and then I see
A blog entry that makes me pee
My pants with unmitigated fury.
And then my wife says, “Count to ten,
Take a breath, men will be men
Whether by keyboard, fist, or pen.”
And so I rattle out my answer:
“You idiot, you piss-poor dancer,
You brainless slug, you necromancer!
Can you not see that you’re as wrong
As a grotesquely obese woman wearing a thong
Or a fork with a booger on one prong?”
That should shut them up, oh yeah.
Damn it, nothing rhymes with “yeah”
Except this: Whaa, whaa, whaa.
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