In my mind there’s a funk
Does not mean that I’m sunk
If I drink then I’m drunk
Be as drunk as a skunk
Not so much that I stunk
Falling into my bunk
Never act like a punk
If I fail do I flunk
Hid away like a monk
Another myth to debunk
And sort through all the junk
Wipe up all of the gunk
My clothes have not shrunk
I’ve grown into a hunk
Full of vigor and *****
Keep your goods in a trunk
Store like a chipmunk
Oh my cake have a chunk
Or a cookie to dunk
What I wear is preshrunk
Did my engine just clunk
If I slink then I’ve slunk
Will I plink and then plunk
How did I get this punch-drunk
No I’m not from Podunk
Categories:
preshrunk, imagination, life
Form: Rhyme