A Couplet Of Absurdity

'Oky Dokie' agreed an Okie from Estokie A local singing yokel was sipping yellow yokie The smell of some roasting bacon has Rover all twisted and achin'. While finding a scrumptious muffin brimming with a blueberry stuffin'. Stretching out to a surfing bird which the garbage men had surely preferred. We listened to his garbled form of rap as Peg-Leg Bates began to furiously tap. Because of a row of dumb formalities we lost ourselves in a total calamity. Walking through a prairie's pasture we ventured into an absolute disaster. During a fascinatingly ludicrous masquerade we performed a round of comic charade. Tripping over our unlaced blue suede shoes Carl Perkins started up boppin' the blues. All God's children gotta rock and roll slippin' and a shakin' all out of control. Where have all the good times gone? They have escaped the Earth upon a golden swan. Reaching someday the Holy Gates of Peter not knowing the count of heaven's parameters. Everything blown off like it did not matter All the chicks did was cheep and chatter with an aggravating style of voice leaving us all with no other choice. Irking like a madman without a goal finding no one who would condole my suffering and soothe me mildly. Hence I will scream out loud and wildly. Help me to procure a new position I have been shifted without decision. See the diver do a turn and twist with a Rolex upon his wrist? Donnie pulled the string with all the cops It wasn't a pun he did suddenly drop. They all laughed as a hideous crowd showing their ignorance strong and proud. Returning into the comic hilarity was for the everyday man a scarcity. Ridiculed was our method of common sense Here is our fable and last defense. Throwing a bouquet on her wedding day kept grandma weeping in complete dismay. Happy are the wicked as they boast about their monstrous heralded host. Thus we obliterate their great disgrace by saving the rest of the human race. Blowing our nose on their agenda echoing their final closing cadenza. Holding our humor cozily within. Exploding with laughter is not a sin. So I will most forwardly continue blasting the norms to unglue the restraints of the overridden letting it roar with the most forbidden. Culturing the gift of black humor Scoffing at the blatant rumor Curling our finger over our head waiting for values to return instead. Welcome to the harlequinade Come to my clown's promenade The exception is the most impressing gifting us with an absolute blessing. Discovering the beautiful alternative Giving life's spirit the affirmative Let it all simply hang on the line and enjoy a glass of superb wine Finding a new responsibility through the usage of absurdity.