I thought this poem thing over
I thought this poem thing through
Then Blaze started in with Dan Rather
And lunch was tasted anew.
I wished sucrease from torment
I wished for agonies lax
But The Duck then called it wisdom
to entreat me with penguin sax.
I never wished for harm
I never thought to tempt
the muses of ryhme and meter
to destroy my intellect.
But here I stand in rebellion
And here I stand corrected
I still spit in the face of Dante,
fine poetry remaines unmolested.