While gazing toward my neighbor's house,
I hummed a little tune by Strauss--
a theme from his Die Fledermaus
(the story of a costumed souse.)
And as I hummed, the patch of green
beyond my kitchen window screen
became a stage. (By this I mean
a costumed souse had joined the scene.)
The costumed souse (soon sprawled out flat)
was SpongeBob SquarePants, not a bat.
As soon as I'd determined that,
my hum became percussive scat.
Inspired, I hoped the souse's sprawl
would graduate to drunken crawl.
Alas, he didn't move at all.
There wasn't any a curtain call.
So what? I'll rap my way to fame
by cribbing Strauss' tale of shame
and vengence--and the concept came
while gazing through my window frame!
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