the pretty lass tumbled into a pit
groaned and murmured
‘this is it’
this here seems
like a deep dark cave
hence I must be
bright, I must be brave
and so in the
gloom she started to grin
as she
remembered the tale of Alladin
she found a lamp,
rubbed, hummed a song
and soon something
started to grow long
next her ears
heard a coo of delight
as her hand got
slathered in creamy white
and as she
pondered this twist in the tale
she heard the polite
baritone of a male
said the voice, why thank you, ma’am
this here is just
my trusty old ham
maybe your torch
went out before the sign
but you fell into a shallow coal mine
and if all you
wanted was to get out
it’d have taken a
cough, not even a shout.
ram cobain
