This poem was inspired by Hordak’s MD flavored poem.

Welcome to Pervertimore,
knock on my door naughty minx
and I'll beckon ye' in
to spank your fanny,
feed you Calvert's special crab cakes
and the papaya nectar
of our love lingering on the thorny worm wood -
Ca-ca-ca!  I cry at your caboose,
nooked and sploondid,
from my depraved raven roost
where I sleep nevermore
one eyed in leery lust.

I'll be there with bulls on,
or rather a bull and cow...
and because of that
I'm not quite sure
if I'll ever be there now.

I told my love
I'd be there with bells on,
I rang my love I did,
I asked my love to please just hold on,
swinging limbs under oaken trees,
she'd know when I was comin'
by the brassen' echo
through the night and out the holler
to her ears dear to me
and my love said she'd wait, 
for she loved me deeply,
though I was never too sure
just what her parents 
thought of me.

Crowspun,
has gone 
to fix 
the wheeler,
so he's taken a
spin right over 
to the dealer's
for an inspection
leaving
Scarehat alone
in the swamp
drinking bog-water again
doing the stomp
trying to remember
why he wears a hat
January through December.

When the door burst open,
I didn't even notice it had knocked my teeth,
probably because of the great big fat rush I was in 
to get inside sugar mountain,
and ask the empty calorie:
Why people complained, 
pained at one another,
why I winced back,
was it my mouth?
the advice?
or the ice?
I'd just eaten
s  v  c
 o  e  o
   s  r  l
     o  y  d
freezing the water
on my brain
sitting on
		  E
		   D
	        G
      	     E
			 waiting to GET an
			              o
			              f
			              fL
			              f
			              r
shocking the prospect that the mulled future
was only a jaded bitter old sucker---
When the empty calorie swished
in a swoosh of saccharine pink spit
spat so matter of fact,
"Well I'm outide,
and as you can see,
I'm riddled within by caverns of salt
I've never seen,
but I suppose
if they're mine,
they're yours too,
and somedays your low,
and somedays your sweet,
so just take your pick
when you swing
open the door."

Mr. 
& 
Mrs.
Amoeba
quite the pair,
off to the
neighbors,
theatre,
Grand Canyon,
and everywhere.

Over the roads,
Through all 
the burbs 
Wayup 
  &
Wiseside
Knifejacking
      the 
         curbs.

"Oooo!" Mrs. says,
"Those neighbors, a fine pair!"
"Those players," Mr. goes,
"Made you feel right there!"
"And the canyon so deep!"
They cried tossing pebbles
                     down 
                     in,
Till a serious young man chided,
"You one-celled fools, does it all lead anywhere?"
To which they both laughed and replied,
"Perhaps, but honestly who cares!"