A goon and a jerk,
He says she turned down
His offer to twerk.
No harm, no foul!
Says Bill O'Reilly.
You're less hot, says Megyn,
That John Le Carre's Smiley.
No harm, no foul!
Says Bill O'Reilly.
You're unpleasant, says Megyn,
And bilious and bile-y.
No harm, no foul!
Says Bill O'Reilly.
Says Bill O'Reilly.
You're less sexy, says Megyn,
Than poo in a piley.
Bill O'Reilly inhabits a swamp primeval.
Where women grunt and sew and weaval.
Where female equality hasn't begint,
And Cupid's arrows are tipped with flint.
Said the women of Fox,
"Bill, stop calling us 'Toots!' "
And they pitched in to buy him,
A swimming pool, and concrete boots.
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Lays a trap for musicians unwary.
Nothing brings one to one's knees
Faster than those awful symphonies.
Leonard Bernstein Centennielle
Music from heaven, music from hell.
He wrote the score for West Side Story,
But never for Edward's Amphigorey.
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Tim Burton just turned 59,
He was an early starter.
But his relationship didn't last
With Helen Bonham-Carter.
Time Burton danced and partied the night -
Strike up the music, strike up the bands.
But the piano's shape was quite a fright
After three pieces by Edward Scissorhands.
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Political Comment
Drop the bombs and rape and pillage
Every last Potemkin Village.
Cut the taxes for the rich,
And blow the candle on one last death wish.
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My poems are getting better and better!
If I enter a contest, I might win a sweater.
I might win a sweater, or even a coat.
And then I'd beam and preen and gloat.
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Whose woods these are, I think I know
He plays golf in the village below.
He will not see me putting here,
Or driving with his woods so dear.
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