As far as this thread's regressed,
I must admit, I am impressed.
Alas, amidst discourse of a saw's kinetics
we find so plain to all joatmon's poetics.
And who'd 've thunk - an AS villanelle
Recokon I'll file this one under "LOL"!
Ran outta time:
What was Bradley doing, on that April day?
Time on his hands to diddle,
He summoned Photoshop for his play,
Posters were aghast, many just said “Nay”,
A diaper around his middle?
Would wearing chaps still be okay?
John Lambert was banned, or so they say,
Imagination was left little,
He wore no diaper as he took his saw to play,
I wonder if the Good Book has something to say?
Read every jot and tittle,
Words and deeds to live by will come our way,
For good men hold standards that we must obey,
But a diaper to stop the piddle?
The picture was revolting and it was most gay,
Idle time is what the Devil uses to further his way,
So Bradley got to fiddle,
But it was the FatGuy who would have to pay,
Laughter carries a burden, be careful what you say.