Bathroom
blues confusing thee?
Art thou
soft in stools and gums?
Thy
horse has joined the Navy,
Shout “JOEY!!!”:
nobody comes.
I grabbed a blowlamp, seized my axe
And gave my herds a gashing,
Took off my belt and both my boots
My dog deserved his thrashing.
And when I reached the forest wild,
I gave vent to my fury,
Roaring like an angry bear
And stinking like a brewery.
“JOEY, JOEY! Where art thou, boy?”
I called my horse in vain.
Where’re he be, let him trot by,
But the world shall feel my pain.
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