I Am (Late)
by Dr.Moose1
Despite my inclinations
I was formed from common ore
The fires of my creation
inspire me to more
Forged at will of elements
from the table periodic
Oft times the rhymes from quill that
spill
may seem some-what neurotic
The hammer blows swift shape a blank
and fit it to a need
As time continues on it's quest
at a higher rate of speed
Machined these thoughts of alloy
steel me against my fears
That I've lived a life too shallow
and I'm running out of years.
What? What's this I hear
Doth deceive my feline ear?
Why, it's good ol’ Moose again
Seems he's been drinking gin
For he's not what he claims to be
Periodic table, a farce indeed
He's in league with Nurse Cratchet
Stealing all our pretty rachets
Taking away our Erector sets
Selling them to finance his bets
Oh, what a rascally rascal he be
Mean to the 'Stute people and me
Why....he even had the gall
To try to steal my furry...um..to
have me neutered...
Excuse me there, oh Cheshire grin
did you really think that you could
win?
Not likely, one who is so loose
the wise don't mess with Dr.Moose.
A challenge do I see from here?
If so I have my furry ears
attuned to that which you may say
is it time that we will play?
Yanno, my television comes in
betta
When you turn those furry
antennae
Those antlered horns upon your
head
I wonder...how do you fit in bed?
I think I once heard Nurse C.
relate
How her French garter you once
ate
Now I wonder, away from all
gossip
Did that garter make you hiccup?
You know...that time you were
doling pills
Making 'Stute patients see flat
hills
I'm sure I saw a bit of that lace
Dangling from your furry long
face
Now Fudd might get a wittle
jealous
His ardor for Cratchet's pretty
zealous
Now wherefore is that Justin Clan
I think it's time to stop this
Man
Or Moose, goose or caboose
Though my marbles are lost or
loose
Slinking through the 'Stutes long
halls
Thankful I've still got my
fuzzy....um...ears
Cheshire Grin,
When I was just a little calf
my psyche split by two in half
Not that anybody'd know
on your mark, get set, and go!
Sometimes I race against myself
to get" The Book " down
off the shelf
I look things up, I'm curious
to school I rode the Silly-bus
Though some may think me quite
confused
it's how I keep myselves amused
Some words in there are pretty neat
I like meter, rhyme, and feet
It be-hooves me very much
to let some think I'm out of touch
Because I know the real score
where they've but two, I have got
four
And mo' is better as we all know
If not there're places one shouldn't
go
The point I make if you can catch it
I've never done those deeds with
Cratchit
Monger rumors all you want
Italicize or change the font
Cheshire Grin the game's a-foot
Watch those feet and where they're
put
The distance measured North to South
may not quite keep them from your
mouth
With no afore-thought of any malice
if you don't trust me just go ask
Alice
Now here's the problem if I may
intuit
Staying here interferes with the
continuit..
EEEEE-gads! A shocking revelation
I left those nuts at that desert
station!
I think it was area fifty-one
I wanted to leave I thought we were
done
It's all coming back but still kinda
fuzzy
The "Bus " was hi-jacked
by some grinnin "WhatWuzzy"
See ya there...
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