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Magoo said, I must hurry to catch my train
I must make my working-class plain
I’m just a schlub with a job
Just a cog with a nob
And a broken foot, I’m in pain.

There was a young man named Magoo,
Whose favorite food was a stew.
When his cupboards were bare
He exited there
And decided to try something new.

There was a man named Magoo
Who’d just got over the flu.
Though tired and pale,
He wanted to sail
Home to Kalamazoo.

There was a wolf in the zoo
Whose fur was an off-shade of blue.
He’d howl and he’d growl
From a cramp in his bowel
For he just ate a man named Magoo.

A tone deaf guy named Magoo
Would dance without his tap shoes
In socks he would slide
With great sense of pride
You should hear him play kazoo

-Imp

There was a young woman named Sue,
Who married a man named Magoo.
When she wanted to kiss
He was always amiss.
Her marriage sometimes she’d rue.

Dog said, keep foot news under your hat
Not in your mouth, where it’s usually at
The perception may be
That you Magoo’ed your knee
And then we can’t blame the cat.

Magoo said, just demonize the cat
C. Thomas will tell you, I’m good at that
Find a compliant minion
With a fluid opinion
If that doesn’t work, call it fat.

My hat was resting on the eye a gnat,
When into the room came an infamous cat.
The gnat did teeter
As the hat did totter
Until the cat just fell in a vat.

I communicate with ears, said the Cat
Make Dog your fall-guy, you tripped on his mat.
The press will agree
They’d agree with a tree
As a kitten, I wore a fireman’s hat.

She said, I may be only a cat
But even I can see where it’s at
Magoo abuse you may find
Leashes more than the mind
Nice folks use dogs for that.

I chased a red dot up a tree
A laser light Dog found for free
When I thought to look down
Vertigo leapt from the ground
So the nice fireman rescued me.

There was a bullock befriending a bard
and his blasphemous joker´s card
made the poet retreat
in a mood of defeat
when he wandered in Dublin unhard.

The captain’s wife from Nantucket
Discovered a hole in her bucket
Kernels of corn she did trail
In the shade of his sail
She cried, I shouldn’t have shucked it!