May 31, 2011 - 1:57 pm
—apologies to the Beatles and “Norwegian Wood”
I wanted a girl, despite the fact I married be
I followed her online
Isn’t it good
That Weiner wood?
I sent her a picture intended as a private tweet
As soon as I realized ’twas public, I hit “delete”
Then, I filled and backed–when I was found out,
Claimed I was hacked
But, I lawyered up, and chose not to call
Enforcement at all
And now I’ll try to pass it all off as merely a joke
My sending a student a pic of my “chicken” unchoked
Since there’s no blue dress, I’m confident
I’ll live down this mess
And to new office aspire
Isn’t it good
That Weiner wood?
your on a roll don’t stop
Certain to earn a prestigious spot at next year’s Obama poet festival at the White House!
The last thing Anthony expected to be part of was a Lonely Hards Club Band.
I really like that one, but I think you may have stumbled on the meter.
Possibly; it’s always a risk. The problem is that a lot of rock songs, in particular, have a “certain rhythm” that goes with the music, but not really a “meter” the way, say, most jazz standards do.
I usually sing ‘em over in my head once or twice before posting, but every now and then a line will still end up slightly wonky.
Looks like Dianna has become our meter maid.
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