the Day the Deby Died
A crushing defeat led my feet up the street, I was just none too fleet on this beat. I had me a date, I was running quite late, but I felt pretty great, until I saw the Derby Die. Why oh why? From the corner of my eye, the sparks they did fly. What, fireworks? Ill go berserk, you jerks, nothing works! AEP is dogging me.
The cars they had stopped as the wires did pop, my stomach it dropped with a plop. There would be no more crash, metal mashed, nothing bashed. Can you believe this trash?
Alas with no power, I began to glower, in sweat I did shower, was this the final hour? My mood, it turned sour.
So like a bumpkin, I walked to find the pumpkin. Four-hundred pounds, it sat in a mound, surrounded all around by many more on the floor. I may be just paranoid, but did you test for a steroid? Cause Id like to know how they made that one grow. World hunger could pass by, if we but made pumpkin pie, and all of these thoughts cause the Derby had Died.
Lumbering slow like a log sweating deep in a bog, I was lost in a fog when I stopped by the hogs. Not quite freed, yes indeed, they were beginning to feed, until one of them peed in his neighbors dish. How I wished not to view it, I almost just spewed it, at least it werent pig shit, but gross nonetheless. Teensy was unfazed, so bold and so brazed, with a look quite half-crazed; tipped the dish, quite delish, out of the way, in the hay.
I stood as if bound, should I leave the fairgrounds or just walk around, in vain listening for that rumbling sound? It just wasnt right, that my favorite of nights, was ruined by lights none of which shone bright. I could tell that this slight made my friends want to fight to turn things 'round right, and put an end to this blight.
But alas I grew weary, and my eyes got all teary, my face became bleary as I cried. For the evening was done, the last race was run, and I had no fun, when the Derby Died.
A crushing defeat led my feet up the street, I was just none too fleet on this beat. I had me a date, I was running quite late, but I felt pretty great, until I saw the Derby Die. Why oh why? From the corner of my eye, the sparks they did fly. What, fireworks? Ill go berserk, you jerks, nothing works! AEP is dogging me.
The cars they had stopped as the wires did pop, my stomach it dropped with a plop. There would be no more crash, metal mashed, nothing bashed. Can you believe this trash?
Alas with no power, I began to glower, in sweat I did shower, was this the final hour? My mood, it turned sour.
So like a bumpkin, I walked to find the pumpkin. Four-hundred pounds, it sat in a mound, surrounded all around by many more on the floor. I may be just paranoid, but did you test for a steroid? Cause Id like to know how they made that one grow. World hunger could pass by, if we but made pumpkin pie, and all of these thoughts cause the Derby had Died.
Lumbering slow like a log sweating deep in a bog, I was lost in a fog when I stopped by the hogs. Not quite freed, yes indeed, they were beginning to feed, until one of them peed in his neighbors dish. How I wished not to view it, I almost just spewed it, at least it werent pig shit, but gross nonetheless. Teensy was unfazed, so bold and so brazed, with a look quite half-crazed; tipped the dish, quite delish, out of the way, in the hay.
I stood as if bound, should I leave the fairgrounds or just walk around, in vain listening for that rumbling sound? It just wasnt right, that my favorite of nights, was ruined by lights none of which shone bright. I could tell that this slight made my friends want to fight to turn things 'round right, and put an end to this blight.
But alas I grew weary, and my eyes got all teary, my face became bleary as I cried. For the evening was done, the last race was run, and I had no fun, when the Derby Died.
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