Hoo!

The sun got shouted down,
Hollywood, darkly, filled the skies.
Tuesday never looked so rad.
Yessir, that actress does have some nice thighs.
Hoo, you wait!
Lord, doth my cancer itches!
You’d better keep me away
From all you sunsabritchches.
Course can’t ask her out—
I just know what’ll she’ll say:
“Yer talkin’ to me?
Hoo, baby, ain’t no way!”
Mulholland is calling;
The surf’s just about right;
Ever hang your ten
Over a weekday night?
Sunburnt teener cheeks
Smile up at the cent-sign Moon.
School starts week after next.
Hoo, weren’t just June???
Right THERE…
In the stinkin’ middle of my back…
Ahhhh, that’s it!
Lord, that’s good, and dats a fact!

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