To throw-the untossable dwarf
To light- the unlightable Bic
To swear- the unswearable cussword
To pun- and then make it all schtick

To bite- the unchewable gum
To dine on a big candy bar
To watch- when your eyes are all bleary
To buy- an undrivable car

This is my fate, my family creed
My daughter is helpless, my son is in need
My wife is in strife, without logic or sense
I am wanting this March for this Hell to be in the past tense

But I have to keep writing this poo, to the goriest fest
And my head will lie, still lie there to embalm
With my hands on my chest

And that girl will be crappy at last
This one man, porned and covered with tar
Still drove with his last measly dollar
To reach---
The respectable bar