Dashing off some mo’,
In a one-trick-pony way.
O’er my spiel will flow. . .
Crapfting more today.
“Spell”s are my tossed-off flings. . .
Wasting my days, nights. .
I’ve too much time to write these things
Displayed on amiright. Oh. . .

Shtik is “Spell”s, shtik is “Spell”s—
Shtik that’s gone astray.
Oh what fun it is to write
In a one-trick-pony way-ay.
Give ’em “Spell”s, give ’em “Spell”s,
Blitz with “Spell”s some days.
Oh what fun it is to write
Ditties coarse, to Screamin’ Jay’s.

Some days I wake and go
And then thoughtlessly write.
I place my fanny right
On the chair, my sit site.
Pixels tinge the screen blank;
Misfortune’s then the lot
Of those who sift through shtit that’s rank:
The take-offs that I’ve wrought. Oh. . . .

Stinking “Spell”s, stinking “Spell”s;
More are on the way.
Oh what fun it is to write
Ditties born of Screamin’ Ja-ay.
Shtik is “Spell”s, stinking “Spell”s
Sicced on you some days.
Oh what fun it is to blight. . .
Sole recourse is, turn away.