Exercise In Rhyme Fa-la-la la-la la-la-la-la
By Malcholm Dark
Sung
to the tune, Deck the halls...
Men in tights, let's hark
the herald,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la.
Their junk is gone,
they are sterile,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la.
Don they
now their gay apparel,
Fa-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la.
Corsets
tight to hide their barrel,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la.
Wigs and make-up with man boobies,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la.
Thoughts of spreading all their cooties,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la.
People strange, they must be feral,
Fa-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la.
In the end just call them Carroll,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la.
Now they gather, hear them singing,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la.
All sopranos, high and ringing,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la.
Transvestite men hark the herald,
Fa-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la.
Straight man thinks he is imperiled,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la.
Author's Note:
I used gay in the correct context, so don't do a comercial about me...Comments on "Exercise In Rhyme Fa-la-la la-la la-la-la-la"
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On Saturday, December 22, 2012, dwells
(4177) wrote:
The Castrati did have a lock on Italian opera in the 1800's - what a sacrifice, but then if done at an early age maybe what's to miss (I'll have to ask my dog). If I may "cooties" is the correct spelling stateside, and straight men are imperiled primarily in the TV weatherman vocation for some reason, cheers!