Gag! "Venus,"
No! "Venus"!!

"Venus" makes me ill.
Avalon's song is auditory swill.
I'll hurl if I hear Frankie sing of "charms";
It makes me want to barf and spew.

"Venus". . .it's not fair
To ever put this song blight on the air.
I'll run up flights of stairs, this ain't no jive. . .
Consider a swan dive--it's true.

"Venus". . .gobbets of gunk will go far.
Hurly this ditty's rank. . .
Ran I to hug the tank.

"Venus". . .when I spew,
The vomit passed is all because of you;
I'll give up all the lunch--sea, then dribble;
This song is just gross drivel.

"Venus". . .gobbets of chunk will go far.
Hurly this ditty's crap. . .
Rankles my stomach sap.

"Venus". . .that's no moue
That forms on my lips--it means I will spew.
I'll give up all the lunch meat in dribbles
This song is just gross drivel.

Gag! "Venus,"
No! "Venus"!!
Makes my dish chunks-spew.