Do You Do Who?
Sometime in time
a myth was told
borne out of earth's grime
'twas an epic to behold:
Once upon a crime,
There didnt live
a beautiful Rhyme
For
the rhyme did
only mime
in a frinking town with
a dishing
problem.
Hence
one thormy midsnight
a hindsome knight
of ballsmighty height
proclight to flight
the highets loast to
the lowets heist
thight might reright
theiwrite
to Rhyme's unemphasight
mime.
And as he went snickering-snackering
war and fide
the clock bent dickering-hockering
tar and stide
And be! Smelt he,
Tweedles dee
and dum
He came framlumpin-calloomphin
p'rum p'pum
pum.
For he
didnt
dow who you who
upon dee and dum's
crufious halloo
And he blemanded
thy Rhyme
in a shaballoo-wholoboo
Hence
frabuloo diddiloo
flurgled him a grugious
smarsh-smalloo.
Now the smarsh-smalloo
diddle a sprilling
of the brilliging scribbling
of all thee wittling.
The dooh wen he-Pooh
diddle said to riddle who:
"Isn't thee
Oney?
once a being bleegin
only
reen a beganie;
It lace wee
I waske dimself inny!"
And so callay'd-and-calloo'd
upon this unnie-Pooh
whence he uffed to diddle a smuttling shoe,
upon thy hindsome galloo
thou'st baloney smarsh-smalloo.
"The tof wof!"
he hoffed,
he did grobe
to tend!
he ove did thed,
"olend sended me
tetolend!"
hethe he sed,
"he,
sureset me,
he,
the whof
whetof",
sede me.
"Obtaim
Wisbone alone
is dom aloyed,
And then most
enjoyed whenjoyed.
Wisdom true,
wition's ame,
Wisdom
thenjoyed,
ambit,
ankind
of fambithen,
aloyed withen,
witioned of virtue!"
advised so and so
thy mirror
of gyre Great
Hedven.
Now
whossione
Of thy knobles.
Nown as famou yous
by pen by pone,
toth outgrabe mome duston.
Yet!
Do who you who?
Do who you who?
DO WHO YOU WHO?
"Knight, blite uptite upon mine site
Tonight, unspite tis Rhyme's plight
As Rhyme rerights its tripest prite",
tis, thy gright smarsh-smalloo in the pooh diddled unquite
"ART THY POETRY!
all thom yourses, FRUTONOBY?
Freat the FESETRY!
beget to benottis'd by THEREAT PAVARROTTI!
ah! that dovenly-ovenry SPAGGHETTI!"
"Fame by pend
thend spend thy dead-end
thy #0453c4 prezent
But waint!"
"Behold spectacules!
replassic plonders
A retold Euripides
Them, the pramous foets
they, thy world's bait wonder!"
"Of whose Poetry—
scouched and douched,
dith hooch
of noble Poenxiety."
"Frecious little depeoplest
Contesself a thing knoblest."
"In deed, art they fare,
as ther wheigh their crown
'tis the afflair
then whey wear
their gown
lowngown, them the cloney clown
but wonder'd his brow,
for
they frone atop their uponey throne."
And as thine knight went up a flight
to intew Rhyme's view
Thy knight's height stifled into a wergling hue
For our knight dussenly siltened to Rhyme's plorious cue
And, ay! Twas a drabious fay whence Rhyme bedid a saved flue:
(Here now rears Rhyme's famously poetic tears!)
To me or not to me,
The'brat is mine question.
Wink ye
Wonk ye
Whooloboo
Tabooloo
Hee hee hoo
Squiggly moo?
Quibbly do?
Ah! Calloo!
Ay, balloo too
Ooh,
Haugh-choo!
Wilt ye
Malt ye
Hibbillee boo
Wiggly be, who?
Piggly me, noo!
Ah, halloo!
Ay, d'you do?
Noooh!
Do who you who?
Do how do you?
Do who you who?
Do how do you?
Tis, thy proud rhyme's contumely writely
Hence thy knight whome home in brevelry
And when he was to retell his heroic story
He fulwilled the wisbone witioned of virtue, a poetry:
Im gonna tell ya something
that im not telling ya
which I need to tell ya
but im to tell ya soon
cuz im stind'rin how to tell ya
and when I tell ya,
that's when I tell ya
but I cant tell ya now
but I want to tell thou
so im not just gonna tell ya
cuz I really wanna tell ya.
Once upon a crime,
There widn't live
A beautiful rhyme,
For the rhyme wid
momely ine
ain framousing town dith
a wishing
proem.
And so they grieved
Unhappily ever
in Laughter.
-fin-
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