And then he ran just like he'd committed a crime
but the wrinkled old crack whore got up and gave chase
and so did jaypeedee, all dressed in chiffon and lace
"Get, the hell away from me, FREAKS!" kicky did shout
as he ran out the door, and broke the f*ck out
the two freaks didn't give up though, and they were surprisingly fast
kicky kicked jaypeedee's teeth in, and his mom was aghast
"my boy, my boy!" jaypeedee's crack whore mama did shriek
as Kicky laughed and laughed at that bloody gummy-mouthed freak
jaypeedee cried out, "Oh my god, ma, I'm hit!" like the bitch that he was
and momma leaned down and yanked a patch of his fuzz
telling him, "it's for your own good, so you don't pass out!"
"YoooOOOOW, **** MA!" came Jaypeedee's girly shout
and I'm almost afraid to continue, this part is so sick
but jaypeedee's mom began yanking jaypeedee's dick!
"Please, stop this right now", our hero Kickycan said
"You both make me sick, I wish you were dead."
then Kicky turned away, from this disgusting display
And returned to the lake, wishing he were not gay.
He threw himself in with a shattering splash
(gee, nine nasty couplets in a row. me thinks he posts too much.)
He threw himself in with a shattering splash
And wept tears of shame, for the friend he did bash
For he knew in his heart he could not live without
his buddy jaypeedee, and his wonderdog Scout
and as Kicky went under, he thought of that incredible mutt...
and as Kicky went under, he thought of that incredible mutt...
Who could dance a jig and spin on his butt
And speak Italian and French (for the poodles, of course)
And Hindi and Spanish (just for the horse)
Meanwhile kicky's lungs are filling with water
Meanwhile kicky's lungs are filling with water
And through his mind flashed Gus the farmers daughter.
He kicked to the surface just in the nick of time
To see jaypeedee with his friend, the mime.
They both looked angry, the mime even more so
Cause the mime figured out jaypeedee couldn't rhyme...(HA)
So he waved goodbye one last time.....
mms, i did rhyme the last line, then wrote a new one, for the next person to rhyme. (der.)
I wrote a new one for the next person to rhyme
But he'll only do it at a rhyme for a dime.
He works in a word smith and the money's not good-
(Have they stopped teaching scansion?)
(hmm. are we being dense, or just cute? my last comment was meant as an aside to makemeshiver, who did not seem to understand the format.)
