Are You This Crazy A Fan Of Tarsier Man?
There was a man,
In need of a tan.
He had a tendancy to stare.
A fact which he was unaware.
This lead to many a slap.
Or a good lip flap.
People were not kind.
They even slapped him on the behind.
He never knew why.
He was just admiring the sky,
Giving it a good gawk,
When he went about his walk.
No, he wasn't bare.
So don't go there.
He just liked to glare,
Not having a care.
Or so he thought.
All hot to trot,
On his stroll.
Could it be mind control?
For in his youth.
He built a booth.
To a certain man,
Whom he was a big fan.
He wished one day,
To be such a hero on display.
So kept his eyes wide,
Through life's ride.
He could not stop.
For he secretly wished for them to plop.
And go flying through the air.
A fact which he was unaware.
Did I mention the others?
Fathers, sisters, mothers, brothers?
All of which stop and stare,
All completely unaware.
There is a syndrome going around.
And it seems from childhood it was found.
Something to go with a man,
Who they were all a big fan.
They received a gift,
Giving their spirits a lift.
From a cereal box.
It was some flashy socks.
The sock mind control plot.
Who would have thought?
There is only one man that can stop such a thing.
So just give his theme song a sing.
The evil corporate clowns.
Made memoribila and even night gowns.
Not giving him a cent.
So he will make them repent.
But who put the curse on the socks?
Billy the blue tailed ox?
I guess that adventure is yet to be told.
Although it could come should he smell gold.
I guess Tarsier Man left his deranged fan high and dry. The poor guy. He even wanted his eyes to plop. Tarsier Man better make this sock plot stop. Maybe he has a new foe? The Deranged Fan would sure put on a bad guy show. At least this time the cat did not have to repeat a Tarsier Man tale, just the epic fail of a deranged fan. He would be better off idolizing Peter Pan. But Tarsier Man fans have no class. Unlike those who are a fan of my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
In need of a tan.
He had a tendancy to stare.
A fact which he was unaware.
This lead to many a slap.
Or a good lip flap.
People were not kind.
They even slapped him on the behind.
He never knew why.
He was just admiring the sky,
Giving it a good gawk,
When he went about his walk.
No, he wasn't bare.
So don't go there.
He just liked to glare,
Not having a care.
Or so he thought.
All hot to trot,
On his stroll.
Could it be mind control?
For in his youth.
He built a booth.
To a certain man,
Whom he was a big fan.
He wished one day,
To be such a hero on display.
So kept his eyes wide,
Through life's ride.
He could not stop.
For he secretly wished for them to plop.
And go flying through the air.
A fact which he was unaware.
Did I mention the others?
Fathers, sisters, mothers, brothers?
All of which stop and stare,
All completely unaware.
There is a syndrome going around.
And it seems from childhood it was found.
Something to go with a man,
Who they were all a big fan.
They received a gift,
Giving their spirits a lift.
From a cereal box.
It was some flashy socks.
The sock mind control plot.
Who would have thought?
There is only one man that can stop such a thing.
So just give his theme song a sing.
The evil corporate clowns.
Made memoribila and even night gowns.
Not giving him a cent.
So he will make them repent.
But who put the curse on the socks?
Billy the blue tailed ox?
I guess that adventure is yet to be told.
Although it could come should he smell gold.
I guess Tarsier Man left his deranged fan high and dry. The poor guy. He even wanted his eyes to plop. Tarsier Man better make this sock plot stop. Maybe he has a new foe? The Deranged Fan would sure put on a bad guy show. At least this time the cat did not have to repeat a Tarsier Man tale, just the epic fail of a deranged fan. He would be better off idolizing Peter Pan. But Tarsier Man fans have no class. Unlike those who are a fan of my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
Published on July 13, 2013 03:00
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