I shared a song on Saturday night,
I thought the song the worst outright.
But the comment section made me smile,
In broad agreement, awful pile…

Talk of brains defies convention,
A body part we rarely mention.
And then we had that “ventricle” line,
In my opinion, asenine.

“Mountains of your chest”, and I’m in a daze,
Did you ladies ever hear such praise?
By now I am becoming wise,
So “old string vest” is no surprise.

With your “essence of giraffe”, it is very clear,
That now we’ve really reached high gear,
And the song has surely met its goal,
In the “wardrobe of your soul”?

I’m afraid the somg then goes downhill,
“Cardboard-coloured dreams” serves to distill,
And when the song ends with a burp.
“What a croc”, I hear you chirp.

An awful song, you will agree,
With no apparent apogee,
One comment has it nicely honed,
There is no doubt, they must be stoned!

if you are wondering what song could possibly be this bad, I posted it in my last post.