My Eight-and-a-half Inches

GouletGoulet Posts: 918
edited November 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Nootbaar, where are you Nootbaar,
cat got your tongue Nootbaar,
damn little cat,
he's a stripped little cat.

Nootbaar, can you tell me one thing,
Nootbaar where do i go
to get a drivers license,
and where are the seatbuckles located
and how many ways can a chalkboard be used.
Nootbaar shine your shoes
its time to go to the whiskey house,
and Nootbaar shuckle down those grimmey's
and limply mustard that breadbutton,
ha har har har.

Nootbaar,
doens't trouble find out,
Nootbaar,
its a book and all ours,
Nootbaar,
sucker punch the slicker men,
they are all full of it.
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  • Shazbot, nanoo, nanoo! (I don't know why but I'm reminded of Mork from Ork for some reason.) :D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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