Ode to a Happy Primitive
Sing Ho! for Og, Neanderpundit,
Once had a sense of shame, but shunned it.
He now regales his readership
With tales of Purulent Zits, and Shit.
His pride and joy? An outsize Nut-Sack.
To drive it, he must use a Half-Track.
It’s a sight I hope to never see:
Neander-Pendulosity.
A genius of prose and versification,
He can write a sonnet ’bout Constipation;
A double dactyl on Anal Warts;
And vers libre on the topic of Firearm Sports.
A Renaissance Man is mighty Og!
He’ll wax eloquent about his Rectal Clog,
And th’explosive release of the very same.
The man, he has no sense of shame.
All right Colander Man!
Try singing each of those stanzas to the opening lines of “Let It Snow”. It’s pretty close.
Durn you, Slash! Durn you to heck!
I’ll have that damn tune in my head the rest of the day.
Nathan – if you memorize the above words, then that insidious tune will make you laugh instead of cringe!