A can of Dew Kickstart one could barely swallow
when one saw the Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow
riding his horse down Fifth Avenue
swiping from a traffic cop a bowl of Irish stew
but realizing he had no mouth to eat it
he threw it aside quoting Michael Jackson, "Beat it."
He then rode to Park Avenue
and starting to feel a little blue
sang that grand old tune
by the light of silvery moon,
"Puttin' on the Ritz
Dressed up like a million dollar trouper
Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper"
And having no head the Headless Horseman failed miserably at looking like Gary Cooper
he more resembled Donald Trump minus his red spider monkey fur toup-er
And thus he left New York a Presidential party pooper.
-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday March 20th 2016.
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