Here I sit in Camelot
Sher having drunk alot
And really sloshed is how I feel
Cuz rose-ay is the real deal which really rimes w/ onion peel.

Massive are the beams that sway
and undergird my new sashay
and due to them I list and stray
Into the headache of a brand new day lying in bed w/ Doris Day

Or at least someone who looked like her
When on Hallows' Eve I looked at her
Accross a wine-dark dance floor
Upon which the wretched poor were bouncing to Justin Timberlake

Which I see is not a proper rime
But at this point in thyme
I really need to watch a movie
and I got Rushmore from Netflix today and she looks real good.

The end.