The song has just two lines. . .no ode.
It repeats ad nauseum "road."
I hear it and my ears implode
As past the drums it makes inroad.

I cannot stand aural shmutz
That goads my nodes with rhymes for "toad."

(Perhaps the song is done in code,
And in it a message is stowed.
I played it backward and out flowed
The hidden lyric: "Fuer Paul, Tod."*

Fab Vier were once Hamburgers. . .
Think, "Kom Gib Mir Deine Hand" mode.)

I played it once in my abode
To get a girl to twirl my chode,
But many days with no lost load
Made me prematurely explode.

And then, she was mocking: "Putz!"
I think you could call that a goad.

As she was exiting, she crowed:
"Just like a sub that torpedoed
Too soon, in such a way the foe'd
Not be hit." And then off she strode.

I said, "Oh well, what the f**k?!
Instead I'll have pie à la mode."

The pie had been overly doughed.
I tasted it and I was woe'd.
And then my ruminations slowed. . .
Like wasted heroines that Poe'd

Place in many an opus,
Such as "The Raven," where a crow'd

Tap at a window, and some schmoe'd
Rhetorically from noggin's node
Pose questions while his candle glowed.
His mem'ry, evocation-bowed.

Here, I have to pause to cuss:
Why the f**k ain't past of "grow" "growed"?

(Then I go on, à l'episode.)
Likewise, why is it "blown," not "blowed"?
And "know" shows a no-go with "knowed".
Although with "sow," it's "sown" or "sowed".

As you bust up clods and crust,
You might just see a nematode.

You squash it as the earth is hoed.
The hoe moves like an oar that's rowed.
The seeds sprout; hay is "mown" or "mowed".
When you hoe, the line must be toed.

This is getting tedious--
Auspiciousness it doesn't bode.

I think by now I have shown/showed
Way more than enough rhymes for "road".
The song belongs in a commode.
It's odious. . .starts to corrode.

Nearly time to button up:
Two more and then, my lips sewn/sewed.

One night to a bistro I rode.
The course, a partially flooded road.
Would have been better if I'd rowed.
I dined and I discovered roe'd

Nearly cause me to throw up;
The past of "throw" is "threw," not "throwed".

In "Grapes of Wrath," we find Tom Joad.
His family, lots of money owed. . .
Went West to seek the motherlode.
In back of the truck, others rode.

"Rode" (and "rowed") homophonous
With the song's tautologic "road".