Dark Sense of Humor
Well if you have a dark sense of humor, I know a man who also has one too
So this man named Saul, he refuses to eat my elephant stew,
Many people have told me, I am a really good cook I always knew.
Can you imagine he is wrestling with a chicken
But Saul, he has long gangly legs and they are even weakening, weaken,
The chicken is out-running Saul, for he is insufficiently glisten.
But he really did try to ride Angelina Jolie's lips
But she really did utterly make him flip,
His own long, long, slim, slim, thin hips,
Are utterly flapping, flapping and flips.
Might I add to this scene, there is no light to be found;
Hence does this even rhyme, was told never to be unfound,
Oh! Let me tell you when he reached for a light bulb
He reached to far, far and then he was engulfed in a tee-bulb.
Was told that this poem does nothing but insult
Maybe then I shall just quit while I guess I do not know how
To be equivocally funny so guess I better end with a belt.
For I never will-fully bow, bow, bow.
Now the time has come, for me to leave, please leave
For this may be the bitter end of me as you please.
May all be greatly, embittered as I am being as indifferent
Now does this all fluently flow, flow flow
Cause sometimes I surely must know, know know.
Now this is the end, end, end,
Now Saul will still be engulfed within the tee-bulb.
Now Saul will be still engulfed within the tee-bulb.
Written: Aug. 30, 2014