I tried to rhyme "Fandango"
In Queen's Rhapsody once more
I was feeling parody sick
So I sprawled out on the floor
Old tunes were humming harder
As that feeling flew away
Then I crawled up in my chair to think -
- came greater thoughts my way...

And so it was that later
As the filler for that line
I replaced Queen's word Fandango
With a lamer, stupid rhyme

My readers saw no reason
To vote any fives for me
As they wandered through my posted songs
And would not let me be
One of sixteen top submitters
Who were heaving up their posts
And although some fives were voted
They might just as well've been fours

And so it was that later
Drinking Miller beer and wine
I changed Queen's word Silhouetto
To a lamer, stupid rhyme

Perhaps I should take shore leave
For the truth is plain to see
As I look into my looking glass
I'm forced now to agree
That I'm not the only writer
Who takes readers for a ride
So please smile at me and gladly
Make my sadness straightway die

And so it was that later
With no killer lines in mind
I turned Queen's two Scaramouche's
Into lamer, stupid rhymes

If music be the food of love
Then parody's dessert
And likewise if behind is in front
Then clean in truth is dirt
My keyboard is like cardboard
Seems to slip straight past my head
And my drive crashed straightway quickly
Yellow purple green and red

And so it was that later
Phyllis Diller on my mind
I rewrote this Procol Harum
With my lamer, stupid rhymes