[Mister Saint]: 79.Poetry.Bore
Who goes to the red, red row?
Salacious show with a cacophone,
cracked cheeks puff and blow, blow, blow
There you go to the puppet show,
wet strings plucked, marimba clucks,
with cotton tufts a struck a note sucks.
Orchestra Queen, my violin,
I draw my bow cross't lesbians
and push and pull and pin.