'Eddie in Blunderland'
By soosoncrack
The cups were like thimblesthe tables were milking stoolsHow does one serve themselfwhen left such small tools?I left the table slowlyhard walking with one's back bentI stepped on an area rugand down a trap door I went'Roseanne' was my first encountershe was stomped flat,like a playing cardThat's just what she deservedfor tresspassing in Hefner's 'Bunnies Yard'I followed some tiny pelletsto another hole dug in the groundI guess one Rabbit's ceilingis another human's moundFinally,a spark of elationa 'worms' pipe lit up the nightIt was Dennis 'Cross dresser' Rodmanfor these sore eyes he was a sightA welcome sight at thatwith a freshly loaded bowlWhich rendered me spunand susceptible to Rock n Roll'Head Shop' even took on new meaningonce I saw some 'Mad Fools' hat shopThis guy had a two quart coneheadwith a ten gallon Stetson on topWell Rosie,if you were a QueenI doubt it would be of HeartsI'd slap you with an Ace of Spadesbefore you're bullshit startsAnd what about you Mr.Harewhere's your cousin Bugs BunnyIf he wants Football cards this yearI'll need some of last seasons moneyDennis the Menacethanks a lot for the bumpCaucasians ain't high enough'white boys' don't need to jumpAs for our haberdashery ownerjust a word of advice I'll passDon't forget to remove your hatbefore sticking your head up your assMeow,meow and Hiss hisswe'll all scream and shriekBut you must be 'vewwy' quietto get by the 'booty freak'eak © 2001 Written November 1st, 2001 © on Nov 01 2001 01:07 PM PST 0 • 14
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"The cups were like thimblesthe tables were milking stoolsHow does one serve themselfwhen left such small tools?I left the table slowlyhard walking with one's back bentI stepped on an area rugand down a trap door I went'Roseanne' was my first encountershe was stomped flat,like a playing cardThat's just what she deservedfor tresspassing in Hefner's 'Bunnies Yard'I followed some tiny pelletsto another hole dug in the groundI guess one Rabbit's ceilingis another human's moundFinally,a spark of elationa 'worms' pipe lit up the nightIt was Dennis 'Cross dresser' Rodmanfor these sore eyes he was a sightA welcome sight at thatwith a freshly loaded bowlWhich rendered me spunand susceptible to Rock n Roll'Head Shop' even took on new meaningonce I saw some 'Mad Fools' hat shopThis guy had a two quart coneheadwith a ten gallon Stetson on topWell Rosie,if you were a QueenI doubt it would be of HeartsI'd slap you with an Ace of Spadesbefore you're bullshit startsAnd what about you Mr.Harewhere's your cousin Bugs BunnyIf he wants Football cards this yearI'll need some of last seasons moneyDennis the Menacethanks a lot for the bumpCaucasians ain't high enough'white boys' don't need to jumpAs for our haberdashery ownerjust a word of advice I'll passDon't forget to remove your hatbefore sticking your head up your assMeow,meow and Hiss hisswe'll all scream and shriekBut you must be 'vewwy' quietto get by the 'booty freak'eak © 2001..."