the rancid taste of Pisces paste
a dinner plate that's gone to waste
the fishy awful smell
pulled our evening into hell
the beginning of our last repast
after ten years in a brandy haze
creamy, rich, and weird like mayonnaise
awakened to this noxious meal
we got the raw end of the deal
this may just be the end of days
so if this should be our last desserts
may we dine until our belly hurts
let us raise our brandy snifters
bless the staid and bless the drifters
Ricky, Lucy, Fred and Ethel Mertz
Borrow song structures liberally. Commie bastard!
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