My pineapple's gone & large toe nail file & old rancid purple grape
whilst ½ a guy can crush a ¼ guy who's in better-than-normal shape
save contusion, sun blister, wrist sprain, ****** nose & knee scrape
suffered at the hands of North Carolinians who fear the windy cape
along a jetty where the sea recedes adjacent to the neck of the nape,
'cause it's Jane Curtin's funereal dress that over her corpse we drape
to please videographers who've run out of dead bodies to videotape