They say that by giving a soak
To the leaves of the old english oak
You will end up with tea
Which is good for your pee.
(But I guess it’s a medical hoak.)
My neighbor came over to say
(Although not in a neighborly way)
That he’d knock me around
If I didn’t curb the sound
Of the classical music I play.
I told him, ‘Get out of my place
You’re an utter uncultured disgrace;
You’re a simpleton loon.
Don’t you know a good tune?’
Then he walloped me square in the face