in searching to help you find your equine whelp
i found an old monkey, a bigoted honkey
and a burbling bumbling half-zombie junkie

still your fine ass, the head of its class,
was gone boozeless without any clues
so I took a pass, and for the sake of you lass

I ran to the museum only to see’em
of course he was there, brushing his hair
before a painting of a sweet mausoleum

he said, death is sweeter, and life more completer
if they go the long miles to bury you with style
and let you be the cool corpse of leisure

SO I smacked your ass, and said “Your kind lass
is waiting for your at home.” He took his comb
three strokes real quick, “Ok that did the trick

Now let’s head back for the lady. Though she drives me crazy
I’ve missed her all day.” And that was all your ass would say
til he was in your arms again. the rest of the story is hazy.