vim

vimian the simian swam all the way to france.
cuz that big ol' hairy monkey
had always wanted to dance,
the moulin rouge, under all those lights,
the glamour, the glitter, the fishnet tights.
so he danced all night, 'til his legs said no more,
and with one last pirouette, he fell to the floor
the boss said "get up, i don't care if you're tired!
get up monkey boy and dance or you're fired!!!"
and with that vim got up, and reached for the knife
he'd kept in his panties for these moments in life.
a quick swoop at the boss vim slashed off his face,
sending blood, skin, and eyeballs all over the place.
the audience stood up, and loudly applauded
as the gooey red knife sliced through his carotid.
so dressed up in drag, and slathered in gore
vim yawned a big yawn and then danced out the door.
he'd had such a swell day, but all days have their ends.
he couldn't wait to wake up, and tell all his SG friends.