Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Listening to Radio on a 21st Century Evening

Who wrote this song I do not know,
It stinks and has no rhythm though.
It’s like most music we now hear;
Away forever it should go.

Computerized voices, I fear
Will one day soon be all we hear.
Meaningless, pointless, rash, and fake;
The day it all ends, I will cheer.

To make a “Beibz” song, piece of cake,
But music shouldn’t cause headaches.
It should sound good, but also be deep.
Who started Lil’ Wayne? BIG MISTAKE.

Ke$ha sounds like a yawning sheep,
And Train just makes me fall asleep.
‘Til rock takes over, I won’t sleep.
‘Til rock takes over, I won’t sleep.


That was parody of:
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening (by Robert Frost)

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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