With apologies to Dean Martin...
Nov. 24th, 2003 01:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
legalmooseWhat is amoré?
When the moon hits your eye, Like a big pizza pie, That's amoré.
When an eel bites your hand, And that's not what you planned, That's a moray.
When our habits are strange, And our customs deranged, That's our mores.
When your horse munches straw, And the bales total four, That's some more hay.
When Othello's poor wife, Becomes stabbed with a knife, That's a Moor, eh?
When a Japanese knight, Uses his sword in a fight, That's Samurai.
When you ace your last tests, Like you did all the rest, That's some more "A"s!
When your chocolate graham, Is with marshmallows crammed, That s'more, eh.
When you've had quite enough, Of this dumb rhyming stuff, That's "No more!", eh?
When the moon hits your eye, Like a big pizza pie, That's amoré.
When an eel bites your hand, And that's not what you planned, That's a moray.
When our habits are strange, And our customs deranged, That's our mores.
When your horse munches straw, And the bales total four, That's some more hay.
When Othello's poor wife, Becomes stabbed with a knife, That's a Moor, eh?
When a Japanese knight, Uses his sword in a fight, That's Samurai.
When you ace your last tests, Like you did all the rest, That's some more "A"s!
When your chocolate graham, Is with marshmallows crammed, That s'more, eh.
When you've had quite enough, Of this dumb rhyming stuff, That's "No more!", eh?
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Date: 2003-11-24 11:00 am (UTC)Rickety tickety tin,
My tragic tale I won't prolong,
And if you do not enjoy my song
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long:
You should never have let me begin,
Begin,
You should never have left me begin.