In 1995 I was given a pass, for it you don't have to chew out my ***
that'd bounded beyond the musical range of ham-***** Mama Cass
whose lousy death made another ****-tall **** gynecologically pass
by deck-swabbbers & cranberry-boggers whose prance invokes sass
When sailing in a boat beware of tasty fish diving down your throat
from corporate fisheries where wild mercury causes mercurial bloat
that facilitates Nixon's phlebitis while buttery, malarial fleas bite us