Author's notes: What ain't mine, ain't mine….most notably references to the Beatles and Mr. Bungle and Weird Al Yankovic.

Reine de la Twiste en Autorail a Gare Windsor,

It’s something that I may well yell when I want to swear,

In complexity of what it means you know it’s way up there, so,

Reine de la Twiste en Autorail a Gare Windsor!

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

Hey hey, hey, hey,

This whole world has gone insane but nothing really matters,

My brain is swimming round and round and yet my teeth they chatters,

But that don’t mean nothing so why should I care?

Reine de la Twiste en Autorail a Gare Windsor!

Speed the music up a notch,

I’ll rave like I’m drinking Scotch,

Bomb the Bass,

In your face,

The first thing is French for someone I see once in a blue moon,

The second thing means RDC, that you should see quite clearly,

The third thing is blocked by a hockey arena, and it won’t quite rhyme,

With Reine de la Twiste en Autorail a Gare Windsor!

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

Hey, hey, hey, HEY JUDE, why should you care?

This song has nothing,

To do with you,

So just, do not you yap,

Just shut your trap, and things will be better,

Better, better, better, better, better, YEAH!

When I am so ticked off I want to break a bench,

I won’t say the F word, just Seal in French,

But if you’re really bothered nothing can compare,

With Reine de la Twiste en Autorail A Gare Windsor!

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

Hey, hey, hey!

Your mentally so unstable,

Your mind is almost handi-capable,

Your brain has just gone through the mist,

Leaving you in an awful twist!

You’re neither here no there,

Breathing the sodium air,

Your twitching brain is dancing within,

Gyrating more like gela-TIN!

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

NOTHING REALLY MATTERS,

ANYONE CAN SEE,

NOTHING REALLY MATTERS,

Except…

REINE DE LA TWISTE EN AUTORAIL A GARE WINDSOR,

The way I sing this is a pain the derrier,

I know that polka music just ain’t my bag,

But can’t you see the whole point of this thing won’t make you gag?

The Sending Off:

Green light on top of red, Westmount Subdivision is cleared for train number 1-976-56-56…HIGHBALL! If you expected anything deeper, you’re looking at the wrong poem, but really. Not even Weird Al would touch this with a twenty foot barge pole.

Trombone Pleasantries?

Tomahawk? Tomahawk!

Lauli’ian Ice Storms,

Release the Otters,

There’s a girl at Milepost number nine,

I don’t think she is quite fine,

And you might have heard of Pixie-Tail Lane,

Do not go there, that place is insane!

Staring at the world through a steam powered rotoscope,

VIVE L’OAVA’IA’I LIBRE!

Shoutouts: THE USUAL!

Other stuff: Ok, if this poem doesn't make sense….THAT IS THE IDEA! I envision it being done to polka music. "Reine de la Twiste/Queen of Twist" is a bit of an inside thing….it's a nickname for someone who I do truly see just once in a blue moon. Yes, I had to include a rail reference, didn't I?

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