i must write...some more irregardless
though my vision...of what's fun...may be slight
its getting dire
no concepts much inspire me
low on form...and i don't feel much delight

its just my fate
to spend my time a-scrawlin'
and take a chance...that i'll change the tune just right
hope you will read...my leanings...and my skewed views
and adore...the whacky words that cross your sight

don't let my puns go south on me
at times i doubt myself
when sittin' down to parody
i only want a fragment of your time
to tickle thee
it ain't no fun to sing
with all my pun's goin' south on me

i must find... a mirthful frantic line
to make you laugh...perchance to make you squeal
i've discarded...many songs that stank with high alarm
others on...the brink of gettin' thrown
cause its doubts i have...doubts i have
i need stuff
i need stuff
i need stuff with mass appeal

don't let my puns go south on me
at times i doubt myself
when sittin' down to parody
i only want a fragment of your time
to tickle thee
it ain't no fun to sing
with all my puns goin' south on me