Tin Wedding Whistle
Poem By Ogden Nash
What makes you 'think',
I am going to continue...
To put up with your intolerable behavior'
'I said I was....'
Who or WHAT do you think I am?
A pile of cheap sheets,
You attempt to sell overpriced at a flea market?
To have people believe they are getting a bargain?
'You wont give me a chance to apolo...'
Don't you dare say 'gize' to me.
Who do you think I am?
WHO 'is' Moontaine? '
I'm not the one here suffering,
From a convenient loss of memory.
And I'm not going to put up with yours any longer!
Who is Moontaine?
I have never heard of Moontaine! '
That's between you and your guilt ridden conscious.
I'm not putting up with it any longer.
'Moontaine means nothing to me! '
But know this...
You can forget sleeping on high thread counts,
You heard me.
And don't try to 'gize' me either.
Take that jive to Moontaine.