Category : Poems

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It's just before noon
In late June
A time opportune
For folks to commune
Alongside Matty Matoon

A well trained gossoon
Who wears costly galloon
The size of a ducatoon
On cuffs attune
To the cantoon
Of a chekelatoun
With a gambroon
Made of shalloon

The only young quadroon 
Trusted to be a patroon
Able to subdue an old dagoon
By serving each bersoon
Of his platoon
Willing to be a testoon
Of some ATooN!?! ABooN!?!

A small disjune
Consisting of majoun 
On a plate that's bestrewn
With berries prune
From an old ramoon

Sittin' next to a large ratoon
from a cardoon
Dipped in matzoon

Accompanied by roots off a puccoon
Covered in a tablespoon 
Of venom from a vinegarroon

All to be slowly chewn
Then washed down with microzoon and juice of melacotoon
Mixed in a cup that's gambroon

A meal known by Laffoon
All over Saskatoon
To make folks unhewn
While it turns a saloon
Made of wood from poon
Veneer thats gaboon
And trim called gadroon
Into a pirate lookin' frigatoon
From a looney toon
1950's cartoon 

Once served by the young Calhoon
He becomes Captain Dekroon
A pirate that spits in a spatoon
During a stramazoun
Yielding a spadroon

Each persoon
Starts smokin' cigs laced in pertune
Then morphs into a real loon
From way back in the boon
Thinkin' they gotta fine tune
Being part of a granfalloon
Cuz their up against a typhoon
On an old ship that's soon
To go moroon 
In a unknown lagoon
Full of deadly hydrozoon
As far away as Cancun

ATooN!?! ABooN!?!
Is gewoon 
It fills the head of a siogoon
Like a hot air balloon
To fly kytoon 

ATooN!?! ABooN!?!
Turns an ilkoon
Big buffoon
Dancing pantaloon 
Into a hermatozoon
Dwelling in the blood of a babboon

ATooN!?! ABooN!?!
Makes a man become a tycoon 
In need of spermatoon
To go shagroon
While he sets out to croon
Then hoon
Like a goon
With no kroon
Any lady he can swoon
Havin' no tampoon 
To recune
His spermatozoon

Ones end is to be latoon
As a spooked coon
Named Mr. Magoon
Fighting like a mean Mifune
For cover from a monsoon
Flighty as a ptychozoon
Eventually to premune 
A quick ruin
After being shewn
Ones just a protozoon
Stuck in a cocoon
Floating on a pontoon
Under the moon
Longing to be intune
With a bassoon
Played by a Maldoon
To make everything seem picayune