Writing up The Ditty of You or Me
Silly boy's mental fun way for some fame
Twisting bars of pristine breathless rhymers
Freakin' duct-work, of funny jive-stacks so lame

Scrawl a song without sound-modesty
The brain puts out a skanky key
Tolls a gong past mouse-alarms and peals

Sassin' flames that have no names
Great bards full of acumen
And depraved bards of the WhatFreaks pornomobiles


Good morning, oh AmiRight, how are ya?
Say, don't you know me?
I'm your J.D. son

And
This lay, is called,
The Ditty of You or Me

I'll begin five hundred more when this lay is done


Playin' bard games with the bold men on the board now
Song Of The Month, and Claude Prez keepin' score
Vote your favorites and behold the battle
Parodies, rumblin' as they roar

And the buns of J-Lo's bottom
And the "Sun" of Janet's teat
Ride the writers' magic carpets made of words

Readers laugh and tap their feet
They're rockin' to the mockin' beat
As the rhythm of surreal satire's heard


Good morning, oh AmiRight, how are ya?
Say, don't you know me?
I'm your J.D. son

And
This lay, is called,
The Ditty of You or Me

I'll begin five hundred more when this lay is done


Morning on the website of AmiRight
Eager bards log on and check to see
If their songs, will appear this morning
Through the music-posting software
Coded by Chucky G

And all the pounding parodies
Displayed in tubes of PC's
Come from all those
Willing to abuse

A songwriter's stinking lyric-mash
The parodiers will please now trash
Re-frains and whatever lyr-ics they may choose


Good site, oh AmiRight, how are ya?
Say, don't you know me?
I'm your J.D. son

And
This lay, is called,
The Ditty of You or Me

I'll begin five hundred smiles when this lay is done