That hot chick Maria Teresa/Asked a feller from lower East Mesa/If he’d like to get nasty./”Too iconoclasty.”/She said, “Wow, now I need a cerveza.”
A couple who lived in Surprise/Made a feast of six blackberry pies/And with bellies that strained/And their teeth badly stained/Caused a neighbor to holler, “MY EYES!!”
Far westward of Route 303/Was a Buckeye lad needing to pee./He dropped trou and drained ocean/Saying, “Please, no commotion–/Since it’s Live Free or Die, I felt free!”
In Scottsdale, In Old Town, a punk/On a scooter veered close to a monk./”You WANK!” cried the Brother./”What ho! It’s another/Yank-Dodger encounter! Who’da thunk?”
When riding the Metro Light Rail/You’ll see Freak Shows aplenty, and sail/Through the circles of Hell/In malodorous swell/When the babies and saxophones wail.
