All Because of a Basket
I have a bonnie blue basket
Which was stolen to put in a casket
I searched high and low
Came back from the show
And promptly blew a gasket
Now I'm the one in the casket
And they buried me with that basket
I opened my eyes
To the preacher’s surprise
Then the mourners grabbed the hatchet
I ran like a gazelle
And was chased straight to hell
The mourners stopped short
They gave a great snort
And now I've nothing to sell
To get my soul released
From the bonds of hell unleashed
I cried to the devil
He gave me a shovel
And told me to dig a great crease
In the chasm of the pit
I attempted to spit
To quell the flames
Of hell’s burning shame
And relieve my flesh of the grit
But the shovel I wield hit
A glowing log it split
So I searched for a rope
To escape that smoke
To climb out of that endless pit
Now I'm back at that funeral
I'm not a mourner as usual
Now I'm back in the grave
I am very afraid
My sins are incommutable
Wait I'm sure this is a dream
I open my mouth to scream
I wake up this time
With a really cool rhyme
But it changes not my schemes
Categories:
incommutable, dream,
Form: Limerick