Lament
If I could sing, do you think that I should?
If I could dance, don't you think that I would?
But I can't seem to do either or,
And I fear that it makes me a bore.
Yet, I try and go do it some more
Added loss, it is in store.
If I could play, do you think that I'd win?
If I could act, would I be Errol Flynn?
But I can't seem to do either or.
I always get the most lowest score,
Being the type that's easy to ignore.
Share your skills, I implore!
This Smells!
Something smells.
I'll tell you, something smells.
I would not be shocked
If you'd smell it in Wales.
It smells like year-old shells
Kept in jails.
It sticks like snails
It really impales.
Yes, something smells.
My senses it assails.
I would not be shocked
If it knocked trains of rails.
And with these stormy gales,
I'll blame Tails!
So all you males,
Get your guns with nails,
Put his guts in pails.
This smells!
Pauper
When I see you move,
Shake your groove,
Bust a move
Really makes me want to be with you.
Grin,
It's no sin.
I want in,
I would like to meet you.
When you look my way
And convey
You might stay,
Makes me want to tell something to you:
All I've got is nothing.
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