May. 13th, 2004

Ah, I wrote another one. This one's dreadfully awful.

"Eight-foot Trochee" to the tune of "Purple Toupee" by They Might Be Giants


I remember the day I left the 'Wog
I heard about some dude who lived on Oyster in some inn,
Somebody turned in circles and fell out of the crow's nest
And it wasn't too much later we discovered Captain Spinn
I remember the time the Looterati had to crown a king of Guava,
That's all I can think of, but I'm sure there's something else
Way down inside me I can feel the rhythm crack,

Eight-foot trochee will rule the day when meter brings you down
Eight-foot trochee and sharp wordplay will turn your brain around

Tide and Rudders were fighting over Park
We tried to help them fight, no one appreciated that
Homullus was mad when they outlawed link booching
Ten weeks later they were posting the same crap
I /shouted out "Job with Galatians Six-Seven"
Till they planked me from the boat and they told me I did Poor
Now I'm very big, I'm a part of a big flag
And the only thing that's different is my carping score,

Eight-foot trochee will rule the day when meter brings you down
Eight-foot trochee and sharp wordplay will turn your brain around

Eight-foot trochee is on the way
Was launched from a grammar trebuchet
The accent brigade is going to rule the day

We've got to write a poem
About our Jorvik home
We have to use trochees

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