There once was a pretty young miss
Who went out for a drink with The Dys
but things were amiss,
he kept stopping to piss
Now just what could rhyme with all this?
I once caught a fifteen-pound flounder
Near the Navy Yard's where I found her
It floundered and struggled,
I fumbled and juggled
Finally got a hammer to pound 'er
She was sweet as any at Treacher's
And could have been in motion pictures
With a fish should go chips
But they go to your hips
So my hips have become sons of beaches.
Maybe some Easter chocolates
Or at least a nice cake with choc bits.
They can mod as they munch
As they gobble and crunch,
And make total havoc of the lotofit.
The Old Easter Bun is gone home,
And the dear little kids woebegone
The Old Easter Bun is gone home,
And the dear little kids woebegone
Was Easter a blast?
Who cares, now that it's past
I can give all those eggs to SOME (So Others Might Eat)
