Bother me bored!I'm as bored as a board.But I can't be moored:I'm a bore with a LORD!But bother bemoan!My bothered bucked teeth!Beneath my block:My empty sock!I’m a barracouta;I’m a total goose!—All my cookies,are on the loose!We need to move!Stop sitting around!You dinkum poop!Stop running aground!And use the skoop—You party flute!My goodness me!I'm a factory!Without trickers or treats;without picnics or beats—no beats with a rhyme;no rhyme with a rhythm!But this treason of boredom,doesn't reason me a snoredom!My gnose won't goes;like my hoes won't suppose!My gnows that my knows,that my gnosis is gnoxic!My nose won't propose,what my soul won't dispose.But dingle bats and bottom flies!My fried and flappy fat,in my tubby tanned thighs!
