A bong he did,
Yes, he did, he did,
Suffering he is through life, mid,
Better to do so with bloodshot eyes,
Though when he does so, from the kids he hid…
Bang a gong,
Gang bang a bong,
Lifts his spirits,
On the opposite end of his hat,
He does wear thongs…
The hatted cat is a head,
Could his name possibly be Ed,
The munchies he does get for bread,
Oh what the hell, go ahead,
You ain’t yet dead…J
© ed ~ 6/23/06