The rabbit song
(Hey its a bit late for Valentine's but I think I would like to share my ruminations for this very special day you would share with the one you absolutely love.)
One little fluffy rabbit
Comes hopping along
Another fluffy rabbit
Appears after not so long
First little fluffy rabbit
Sniffs the other for long
The other fluffy rabbit
Stands there for just as long
The first fluffy rabbit
Pulls out (flowers/ring/teddybear/cutesydisgustingwhatever) and a song
The second fluffy rabbit
Touchingly eyes for long
Then the fluffy rabbit
Pulls out his tinny bong
The other fluffy rabbit
Decides to play along
(Insert imaginary amorous sounds here)
Why be shy. Tell everyone you are stupid
Lesson two:
The Machiavellian Masque
Good morning...
How are you all doing today
Is it cold here, I hope you all brought sweaters
Comfortable?
Good. I will start
Chapter one:
Lemon Melange
Ever wonder
How, in a social stew
Regardless of their identity or flavour
Ten out of nine times
You get sweet lemons
In a melange. But beneath the sugar coat
Lemon peels shivering in the cold
Soaked in shandy and toughened with brandy
Chapter two:
The Rampart Debacle
Instructions
Lift up the wooden handle
Following axis in peritrochio
Circumventing, circumfusing
The king and queen of the swarm proclaims a cry
Minions respond in response
Millions tide in, the vagabonds
Raze the city down as they turned the handle
Chapter three:
Sagacious Clairvoyance
Aha
Epic poets making their epiphanies
Watching the axis demarcate their axioms
Second sight, sixth sense
"I see dead people."
And obtuse, incapable of cerebation, ones
I am glad
That you failed to comprehend, the nirvana, learned, of old
Chapter four:
I see Paris, I see France. I see Susie in her underpants
It's just porn, mom
Don't think I never knew where I came from
Leave the movie on the best part's coming on
Don't think we all never realise
That you wondered what's between each other's thighs
It's just porn, mom
It's nothing, just good clean fun
It's all around us chill out flip it out in the sun
Chapter five:
Prozac Nation
Come on
Let's all pump up the valium
And bounce along to the stage'em
Let's rock da house and microfone yeah
Let's roll da chicks and bang on the chairs
Cars gold cash plastic we all dig it
Pocket dy-na-mi-te jig it
Blah.
End of chapter
Elaborate
But depressive
If you are feeling any happier
Then I hope I don't know you
Or
Swallow your pride
Tell the whole world
That you are stupid