there once was a moose with a dick
whos name it was new brunswick
he drove many mile
and all of the while
it was just still just the same old brunswick
There once was a moose with a tick
who lived in central new brunswik
said the moose it does itch
and where, I asked, which?
to which he twitched, swishing his dick
twenty pounds of salt
lifted off the street
dropped in a shovel
virtual heat for the iceberg
that keeps bringing me down at the bottom
of the stairs and now
I hear you melt faster than I can eat rice crispies
crackle snap trickle puddle
green melt gurgles down the gutter