He wound up with a broken nose
When a dog bit off his toes
He tries to hide but it still shows
That's always just how it goes
The moon is bright at midnight
Are you ready to take flight?
Someone turn off that goddamn light
There was a great commotion
When she drank the magic potion
And began that funky motion
That inspired great devotion
This way we have to play
Lets all go out to the bay
And come back with lots of hay
There it all went again
With that crazy killer hen
Now we are all on the mend
As we all round the bend
Maybe it will rhyme this time
Sad to say, this poem is mine
Good news - this is the last line.