There once was a very meek quiet cricket
who never chirped much
only rubbed faint sad notes between his wings
thus wimply did he sing
Till he had a thought that made him strong
he'd take up drums
and give the world a macho song
A rush of joy
a smidgen of badness
he soon got a drummer's routine righteously down
till he was booked by all the gigs in town
Loud strikes of his wings
and that lovely lean-to as he gave the cymbals a ping
earned him many a groupie's kiss
and often a mating fling
How he loved beating in fast devil's time
abjuring a cricket's pusillanimous chime
When folks heard how he
pounded such gusto into a sound
they devised a game and played it all around
Cricket it was called
to honor this insect
who wasn't afraid to show
he sure had some big balls, What the heck!
category: nonsense genre