My name’s Diego. Surname the ‘Prowl’.
On the pull tonight, struttin’ like a peafowl.
Cannot get enough of this demure goth chick
So I decide to woo her with my party trick.
Yeah, I do the mash.
I cut a rug and throw the scraps.
The muncher mash.
Shake a wicked hoof in cowboy chaps.
Trippin’ light fantastic. No, I’m not gay.
Just want the women and won’t swing that way.
No girl can resist the force of my mojo
When I twirl it about like a loco yo-yo.
Pelvic thrusts and crazy jitterbug.
Yeah, fly to me, my lurid ladybug!
Like, I do the mash.
I roll Stones and I do the Jagger.
The muncher mash.
I wobble my jelly with a ghastly swagger.
I’m the Man in Black, not a dusty rock star.
Just want the women and a hella cool scar.
I cavort with bodies like lightnin’ greased
’Til my arse falls off for the ghouls to feast.
On this night of All Hallows’ Eve
Even arms plop from their gory sleeves.
So, I do the mash.
Through this house of death I dare to tap.
The muncher mash.
My feet a whirl of ‘don’t give a crap’.
In this dance universe I’m immortal Duncan.
Tango, waltz, and freaky hula funkin’.
I twerk on the slab under strobin’ light.
When my brain drops out, a queasy sight!
It skids across the floor like a raw meat pie,
Half eaten, left alone to petrify.
Yet I do the mash.
This lust for her I can hardly quash.
The muncher mash.
My heart’s no more than charnel squash,
For on it she jumps like an undead foal.
I’m left cryin’ a river with the dungfly shoal.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
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Super! Reading this I can picture the scene unfurling before me … Much fun!
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I can see ‘Diego Prowl’ in my mind’s eye…I just picture the grim reaper with a whol’ lotta swagger!! Brilliant post…so lurid yet musical…
Pow!
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Ha ha! I can picture that too now that you say it! Glad you got swept up in the rhythms of this! 😀
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It is so ‘rock’. Love it!!
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I can see you grinning like a fool and dancing with pure joy to a song while rapping this. Makes my heart happy, that does.
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I’ll be your wingman whenever you need it, Tony. 😉
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Awesome! Let’s fly! 😛
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YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY HYSTERICAL!!!
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Thank you very much! Hee hee! 😛
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Reblogged this on penpowersong.
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Thanks so much! 😀
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Well at least the poem is quite light on its feet …
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Hee hee! Yes, that’s true… 😉
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I’d be afraid to be close to this man. He sounds like a player
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And you may very well be right about that. He certainly seems a bit full of himself, doesn’t he?
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I’ve known of a stripper or two (male) and that’s how it’s done!! LOL!! T.
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Oh my lord! Really? We were somewhat factual and didn’t even know it! Hee hee! 😛
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They are so full of them selves! Spot on! 😛
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They totally are! 😛
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Howling here! Love the humour of this and love the rhythm of this line: “Tango, waltz, and freaky hula funkin’.”
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That was one of Tati’s favourite lines too, Susanne. We’re both very pleased that this is going down a treat! It was the poem that almost refused to be written! 😛
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Love it! 😀
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It’s not quite Rocky Horror Picture Show but we’re gettin’ there! 😀
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