Whoopy Snorp

The condemned mind snickers and flows

And no-one gives it a rose-bud

For the end of its moral apathy to show or to be shown

Is a question never known

Not even by many to exist

For what's not known is just what’s there

And knowing that's at least an edge

But an edge is only an edge

Even the empire state building has one

And what is truth?

I say forsooth

Why truth is like a baby Ruth

And what could be ever sweeter?

Well, maybe to have yellow-ant-eater

Old yeller ate my kid today

And Whoopy Snorped

And Whoopy Snorped away