Sirens [To Heather and Erin]
The story is of world renown:
How some strange song, it does astound
A ship of sailors, who run aground:
The Sirens sing, the men all drown.
I heard their song, the Sirens’ song,
As I, I made my way along;
I listened too, but not for long,
Learning their evil, knowing the wrong.
The song they sang without a sound,
Somehow, someway, it did confound,
But with my might, I turned around
So that, my friends, I can propound:
That when they kiss and when they touch
And grope each others’ such and such,
They move as if it’s all too much,
But don’t! Don’t feed the lesbians.
How some strange song, it does astound
A ship of sailors, who run aground:
The Sirens sing, the men all drown.
I heard their song, the Sirens’ song,
As I, I made my way along;
I listened too, but not for long,
Learning their evil, knowing the wrong.
The song they sang without a sound,
Somehow, someway, it did confound,
But with my might, I turned around
So that, my friends, I can propound:
That when they kiss and when they touch
And grope each others’ such and such,
They move as if it’s all too much,
But don’t! Don’t feed the lesbians.