Everything in this high-grossing flick’s toast—
so much destruction that the story line’s lost.
So why did you come here anyway?
For the ticket, how much did you pay
to sit and watch this producer’s spawn?

You stood in the line, then got into the show;
you shelled out a pile for some popcorn that blows.
The FX are rife, and some are fine.
The plot line is specious, surely don’t shine,
but Effects credits roll on and on.

’cause you’ve had a bad Bay;
explosions abound.
Decision was wrong, in ten minutes you found
A bad choice to go
to flicks by this guy.
His crap makes a pile of dough. You just ask, “Why”?!
You’ve had a bad Bay;
the camera don’t lie:
“Transformers” is grounds for a lawsuit, price high.
You had a bad Bay;
there’s scads of bad Bays.

You need to view fine Wilder, say;
foursome by Ford or a Ray or Ray*
without such manic carryin’ on.

’cause you’ve had a bad Bay;
the effects abound.
Decision was wrong to go out on the town.
A bad choice to go
to flicks by this guy.
His crap makes a pile of dough; “Why”?’s what you cry.
You’ve had a bad Bay;
the camera don’t lie.
“Turtles” will blow, like “. . .the Blink of an Eye.”
Another bad Bay

(What a horror day!)

His stuff’s enough to drive you to drink,
preferably something strong.
You wish that you could get back the dough
that you blew on this filmic pong.
“Give me King Kong!!”

(Not the remakes!!)

The guy’s really cashed in; millions his flicks have grossed
The question: why?
You ponder the reason, you ponder the cost
of watching a bad Bay.
You laid your dough down;
decision was wrong, painfully you have found.
A bad choice to go
to flicks by this guy.
It’s a steaming pile that is making you cry.
You’ve had a bad Bay;
there’s no other kind.
“Armageddon” stinks to the heavens so high.
Another bad Bay


*Nicholas, Satyajit