2Feb/072
ode to oda
here is the complete compilation of my ode to oda...
oda, oda, oda
you drink a lot of soda
i wonder why you married my broda
you must have been in a bad moda
oda, oda, oda
do you use a motorola?
you won't get reception in the northa pola,
today on my butt i found a mola
hope it wasn't from ebola
oda, oda, oda
don't move to north dakota
over there it's really coda
when it snows they get a loda
and there's tall grass and cows
and a new, never before seen stanza...
oda, oda, oda
please don't exploda
when you read this nota
you're the beast i knowa
but have mercy i hopa
and don't rip my head from my spine with your bare claws.
February 3rd, 2007 - 00:27
claws? that doesn’t rhyme with oda.
February 5th, 2007 - 00:31
neither does cows, but if you don’t say anything, i won’t either… :X