The Fonzi
Fonzi's not a smart boy, but Fonzi's kind of cool —
Fonzi's got no use for another year of school!
Fonzi woke up screaming in the middle of the night —
Fonzi tumbled out of bed and fell onto his bike!
Fonzi pulled his switchblade and ran it through his hair,
Fonzi slipped his shades on and pointed at the air —
Fonzi snapped his fingers and stepped into a tub
Of boiling white hot ice cubes and a pound of VapoRub.
When morning came he woke up and discovered he was still
Dick Cheney after all.
Fonzi's got no use for another year of school!
Fonzi woke up screaming in the middle of the night —
Fonzi tumbled out of bed and fell onto his bike!
Fonzi pulled his switchblade and ran it through his hair,
Fonzi slipped his shades on and pointed at the air —
Fonzi snapped his fingers and stepped into a tub
Of boiling white hot ice cubes and a pound of VapoRub.
When morning came he woke up and discovered he was still
Dick Cheney after all.
Labels: Poemetic
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