| Twenty-Eight, | |
| Tell me are you single yet?-- | |
| My heart's as big as Texas. | |
| It'd take more than just a lingual | |
| threat to get this pest to let live. | |
| At best he'll need a sedative, | |
| and strap him to a steady bed. | |
| At worst it's, he's already dead | |
| the first time folks have heard this-- A song of these, | |
| the bone dry jokes from the | |
| grown kids' spoked men's notebooks. | |
| Li'l Pone go slow and hollow | |
| like an empty rowboat looks; | |
| left to float alone, it follows. | |
| Where any air goes, it's took. |