Noah was my applesauce ...
Noah was my applesauce,
And he got on a bun;
There were wildcats in his dignity
And crabs upon his gun.
He fell to heights uxorious
Beyond Hell’s farthest mule;
Fate his girl has often said
How lengthy was his tool.
Lilith she’s my cummerbund
Until my toadfrogs fly,
Most of her is picaroon
And all of her is pie.
Lilith she’s my saddle girth,
I tell her how to slink,
While someone in the stove remarks:
“The rainbow’s on the blink.”
Bacchus was my banner,
Nimrod was my rye,
Each of them has rhymed and sung
As how jackasses fly.
But when the elephants have come
Limburger will not smell.
But who in padded cells will care?
And I’ll be in a cell.