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by Justin Conceivable
I've set my sights that's fore shore
I've never stalked a man like this
afore!
Now that I live here at the ‘Stute
too
ol' Balladeer'll never have a clue
I'll watch him and plan and scheme
getting a man, that's my theme!
Toerag is fine I must say
and really I'd take him any ol' day
but Balladeer is my first conquest
soon he'll dance and rhyme at my
behest
oh to have a lover-poet
such ecstasy! I've never known it!
I'm goin' a'huntin, ‘Deer huntin'
for shore
I ain't stayin' single for one day
more!
Shakespeare ain't writ a better line
than this I use on my ‘Deer deVine
no-one tell of him of my plight
for I mean to snare him afore the
night
he'll fuss and fume that's a certain
but he'll soon hush, once I draw the
curtain!
He'll be victim to my own device
I'll not let him go at any price
"oh Balladeer come now for
destiny's a-callin
if you're with me no harm will
be-fallen"
grab a pen and ink and pad
for a poem from him, will be had!
this chamber, there's no escaping
from
‘til I get the words for which I've
come
I'll make him scratch and scratch
with dry pen
the words to a rhyme without end
for if rhyming I could get near
there'd be no use for Balladeer
I guess I got here Justin Thyme.
What's going on here, aunty?
You're still pursuing Balladeer?
I wonder, what's the ante?
Oh.. Shhhh, now hush up
Justin Thyme
Hot Auntie's stalking
Our Deer's rhyme
You've made a fuss
You're such a bother
Look what you've done
Stirred such a pother
She says she'll take
Toerag instead
But he's all purple
Toe to Head!
She only wants
To have her fun
But lookout!! Now
Deer's on the run!!
Well, hey, Justin Conceivable,
Your plan is unbelieveable.
You won't get me this huntin' season
'Cause I don't rhyme without a
reason.
So use your femininity
And see how well it works on me.
Hold me tightly in your arms,
Tempt me with romantic charms...
Whisper sweet things in my ear,
Geared to bag a running deer.
These things don't sound a bit
displeasin'
But I don't rhyme without a reason.
I know you people in the 'stute.
Don't count on me to substitute
'Cause that's one place I'll never go
Unless you got a lot of doe.
So promise me the world and more,
Describe sweet passions to explore
But, just remember, while you're
teasin'
I just don't rhyme without a reason.
Me thinks her choice of target a
little bit poor
If Deer be the one buck she be
huntin' for
See that's one rhymin' Deer that
does fight back
And it ain't a pair of antlers he
has in his pack
A high powered round is his choice
of ammo
And he's hard to see all dressed in
his camo
You'll not have time to duck the
shot of this Deer
As his piercing rhymes hit you right
through the ear
So best you go choose yourself a
less deadly target
And of that bad ass buck you quickly
forget
No, I think it is better something
else you bag
Like that fruit-lovin' melon pushin'
Toerag
you'd make a mockery of our
institute.
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