Author: Dementia
Date:Nov 9 1997
Lyin pon the lily pad; Does he know his life is sad?
Does he know he has no money; Does he know he isn't funny?
Does he know he has no stocks; Does he know he's missing FOX?
No, he doesn't really care; 'Cause it's us who're trully bare.
NEXT POEM:
Mona Mona Mona Lisa, You da Lady.
Mona Mona Mona Lisa, Oh ya Baby!
Mona Mona Mona Lisa, Mmm-hmmm!
Mona Mona Mona Lisa, Biddybiddybimm.
NEXT POEM:
Lying in the well, ne'er to be awoken;
Lying in the spot, where but silence is spoken.
Buried deep, six feet from hell;
Lying there, only in a well.