Dave the dingo lived on Lake Michigan with a real tiny, blue fairy,
They lived in a small houseboat, and when the wind blew, it made the boat airy,
They ate for breakfast, toasted tarts,
Sticky honey buns gave them farts,
They road on a pet flying unicorn, although the landings were scary.
It is another big, world war,
That's why I've been shopping at the store,
I bought many types canned goods,
Dozens of radiation hoods,
Now I have sealed my bomb shelter door.
His house specialty is salmon, the chef's name is Mr. Pardeau,
Tonight Mr. Pardeau served me fried salmon stakes, carved from a coho,
The stake was truly divine,
Especially, after wine,
For desert I got a honey bun, and a gin he said was, "slow".
I once drove with real good car insurance, but the price just got to be too much,
The politicians who require it, are economically out of touch,
Politicians told me to quit eating steaks,
I can no longer finance repairing breaks,
My tires are bald and all the rides are rough, and it is war to work the clutch.