This Song Is

About abhorrent astronauts
bombing boring bins
crash into catastrophe
deadly dumbing din.

Everybody's eating Everest
faking forkfuls fine
good-for-nothing gargoylesques
happily hitting hine.

Isthmus is in Indonesia
justly jousting jammers
a kind of kine cacophony
with leaping lively lemurs.

Many men make mustard mud
none need neater numbers
over oily ocelots--
pummeled pasty plumbers.

Quirky queens quail quietly
'round rather fun rum-runners
saying sweets so sickening
their tummy-tums take tumblers.

Under udders ukuleles
very vilely vanish.
Wonkily (when wounded wound)
Xavier examines Xerxes.

Yuppie Yonkers yowls to your
zoned and zonked zebras.
Yet two more lines are necessary
before this song can leave us.