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Song Parodies -> "Ironing"

Original Song Title:


Original Performer:

Alanis Morissette

Parody Song Title:


Parody Written by:

John A. Barry

The Lyrics

Nan folds men’s threads plaited, straight;
It makes a mockery of thoughts in college days.
She tosses back wine—Chardonnay.
It’s a death sentence or a wait at hell’s gate;
It’s ’cause she’s ironing. . .this work stinks!

It’s high pain, post-the-wedding day,
This ain’t glee time—it’s wasting away,
There was good advice that she just didn’t take:
Nan, clew that knot not—stay single!

Mr. Play It Late is out with they guys.
She’s got his suit placed on the board; the temp’s high
On appliance whose reliance must be right.
It makes her brain crash—lousy job!
Hell, by contrast, nice,
Compared to this ironing. So she thinks

It fries brain, post-the-wedding day,
This ain’t glee time—slaving for no pay,
There was good advice that she just didn’t take:
Nan, clew not that knot—stay single!

Hell’s rife with eternal flame; this freaking job is, too!
Taking kinks out of that chambray, and then setting it alight,
This wife has to quell the flame that melts the ’ester vest
That soon is a crisp and gone.
And acrid fumes waft up to her face.

Then fire flames, it’s getting away,
This ain’t glee time—baking’s the chambray,
Now some good advice that she must really take:
Damn huge, that fire’s hot! Extinguish!!

It’s a quash-it blast, and the flames then abate.
There a slow-smoking rime where once chic threads’d await
For ferrous flat to zoom past, fast, fab threads sans strife,
Even fleeing past the damn seams.
Joy’s fleeting in the life of a wife.

She’s ditching the ironing—what she thinks.
She’s sick of the ironing and getting out all the wrink[le]s.

She takes train from that wretched place,
It’s a glee ride—back at the house, a trace
Of spark’s live, and the flames start, race.
Damn huge fire—all’s lost but linens.
And isn’t that ironic, don’t you think?

Ire has a funny way of sneaking up on you;
Fire has a funny, runaway of helping you out,
Melting your house.

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Pacing: 4.4
How Funny: 5.0
Overall Rating: 4.6

Total Votes: 5

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Old Man Ribber - November 05, 2010 - Report this comment
A clever new wrinkle in your bag of tricks. Way to go! ;D
Mark Scotti - November 05, 2010 - Report this comment
Nice to see you've 'ironed' out all the clever little details of this parody!
Wild Child JIN - November 05, 2010 - Report this comment
Stitch three 5's together for this one! :-) 555!
Diva-Ironique - November 06, 2010 - Report this comment
Captain Jacques de Ironique . . . while I do thank the ~GreatSpirit~ that there is NO Electricity on the Campagna(up on the Curve), this is the one domestic chore that I don't abhore . . . now if only I could get the laundry picked up, & washed . . . The iron produces immediate results, Sir, and provides a sense of accomplishment as we see everything straight & orderly and hung on a hanger!

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