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SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!
The Challenge: A proxy challenge arising from repostes on the 'Areas
For Improvement On The Mudcat' thread that flowed over to the SONG
CHALLENGE! (Part 1) thread.
Incandescent Pickle II (or Pickles Redux) by Amos
(Tune: Universal Soldier, by Buffy Sainte Marie)
It's centimeters wide, and its seven inches long,
It's seen with longing and with fear,
It's known to have no conscience, but it never knows to stop,
It's been a Pickle for a million years.
It's smoother than a baby's face, and wrinkled like a prune,
It's heavy, and its scary, and it's light;
And it promises to satisfy, and often badly fails
And how it burns, when you turn it on at night!
It's the Incandescent Pickle, and it drives its men insane!
They gyre and they posture and they howl!
It's the soul of what they are, its their courage and their name!
They'd love to snuff it, but they don't know how!
It 's motivated murders, made the Vikings leave their homes,
It 's made the gentle poet go to war!
In its fluorescent spasm in defense of protoplasm,
It can leave the strongest hero on the floor!!
But without it why would Bonaparte have murdered half of
France?
Without one wouldn't Stalin have been dull?!
Though it may seem Incandescent, in its heart it's prepubescent!
All it wants is someone with a little pull.
It's the Incandescent Pickle, and it's never gonna change
There's no call to let it dominate your mind!!
And no matter where it hides, as it takes its little rides
This is not the highest purpose we can find!
This is not the highest purpose we can find!