Brains, Brains and More Brains
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM)
I want to eat brains and I want to eat them now.
Bring me the brains of a pig or the brains of a cow.
People usually get sick when they see me eating brains.
Some people say I'm weird; others say I'm insane.
I order more brains when I'm asked what I want for dessert.
I did this yesterday and the waiter was a little curt.
He stabbed me in the nuts with a fork and then he stuck it in my eye.
I threw him out of a two story window to see if he could fly.
I learned that he couldn't fly when he hit the ground.
He weighed over half a ton and he cracked the pavement for miles around.
This restaurant has lousy service that shouldn't be allowed.
I'm going to start kicking asses if I don't get some brains right now.
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