| That it was bright in the day One cannot argue That the whole gang was gay though That I poo poo (This aint no haiku) No-one asked Nick, why he was down Or if he was down Or called him a clown No, no-one asked Nick about his poor head Or if Tony was dead Or how Nick hurt his head At least in earnest that said So Nick sat in quiet, Working away, In no way gay, At all. And ignore try he might He would gain no respite For the rest of the day - again though, not gay In any way. Of the accusations cast Nick stood aghast As if his brain were cast Down Again By those pill popping fiends And screw Dr Seuss, with all his screws loose In his head Fuck iambic pentameter too |