Papa Was A Rolling Pin.
It's usually daughtersWot sez tortuss,And only boysWot sez tortoyze.
Brother Tobias:My song about a terrapinInspierd me on the theremin;My brain was not so fertileWhen riffing 'pon a turtle
Well I'm really not surprised; you see...A theramin needs a narrow caseUnlike a turtle's carapace,Whilst turtle's need some handlin'When converted to a mandolin.
A tortoise makes a super hatTo perch upon your craniumEspecially when you top it withA salmon pink geranium, And when the rhythm takes your soulYou drum it with your fingersAnd hope your music hits the spotWith any passing singers.
The turtle is a tidy soulAlthough a horny critter,When on the beach it digs a holeAnd buries all its litter.
I'd like to call a tortoise truceThough writing pomes is nice; I need my brain for other thingsMy dear Brother Tobice.
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It's usually daughters
Wot sez tortuss,
And only boys
Wot sez tortoyze.
Brother Tobias:
My song about a terrapin
Inspierd me on the theremin;
My brain was not so fertile
When riffing 'pon a turtle
Well I'm really not surprised; you see...
A theramin needs a narrow case
Unlike a turtle's carapace,
Whilst turtle's need some handlin'
When converted to a mandolin.
A tortoise makes a super hat
To perch upon your cranium
Especially when you top it with
A salmon pink geranium,
And when the rhythm takes your soul
You drum it with your fingers
And hope your music hits the spot
With any passing singers.
The turtle is a tidy soul
Although a horny critter,
When on the beach it digs a hole
And buries all its litter.
I'd like to call a tortoise truce
Though writing pomes is nice;
I need my brain for other things
My dear Brother Tobice.
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