1An Ill-Fated Journey Into Pseudo-Surrealism
By Dane Martin,
Commander of the Fictional Fleet
(Half-off sale next Friday)
There once was a woodsman in a great impish wood.
Because he was rich, he wore a golden hood.
He saved all his money as any rich man should,
But cherished his wonderful dazzling hood.
The man wore a belt,
And upon the belt
Lay a sack tied full of gold.
T'was a nice, lovely belt
Made of animal pelt,
Or so all my life I've been told.
Rosalyn the Fairy had a secret plan,
Scrawled upon paper that was wood.
She'd sneak up to the woodsman with a frying pan,
And embezzle as much gold as she could.
Rosalyn the Fairy made the pan
Out of a secret metal, good.
She'd find that poor rich woods of a man,
And hit him on his hood.
But Rosalyn the Fairy made a mistake;
The woodsman turned out to be God.
I think she would admit to a double take,
But she is now below the dirt and sod.
Rosalyn the Fairy disrupted God in His wake,
Joining the pea named Sin in its pod.
She cried and gushed and created a lake
Just for questioning well-dressed God.
(Recited every Sunday by the Great Neck Coiyre.)