Folding stories ain't no word confusion,

Folding stories ain't no word confusion, a far cry from some novel's illusion, or mass media delusions. It's a fusion of minds in collusion,

but I'm refusin' to keep on with your rhyme. This time, the words may not be sublime just the best I can do on a dime and a hope and a

prayer from the pope, rhyming is a really slippery slope, you looks for words without a safety rope, to grab so that you don't fall, into a trap with no rhymes at all,

to fear the reed, just buzz along to your heart's own song. Dilly dilly Nelson to the Willy and rhyme until you feel silly. Offer up your best P Diddy guaranteed to make us giddy

UNGH BSSSST BUH BUH NISSSS

"Next!" Rex yelled. All ready the auditions for the vocal percussionist were getting boring. It was always the same old sound. But then Bruce the Moose ambled onto the stage.

"Are you related to Bullwinkle?" Rex asked. Bruce shook his head, "Uhhhh...I don't think so." "Oh, the resemblance is uncanny," said Rex. "So what are you going to perform for us?

"I was crazy for you before I went crazy" by Alerav of Otsenre, aka as The Saragossa Barista of Rancho Cucamongo. I will be playing it on the ribs of this soon to be dead guy.

My composition was titled "music for more mongrels" by accident. It stuck and became a hit on YouTube. Suddenly I was famous.