I: This is total crap.
U: Ya… I know, but go on, man!
I: Well, they said, ‘whatever…’, and whirled past me
And I stood aloft, I did not see…
I: Can’t continue. Bullshit and crap… I know these are.
U: But I don’t care
So, why don’t you just go on…
I: Okay, you said it, buddy… so then they were gone
And facing the mirror, I looked like a moron…
I: Bad rhyming, I must say…
U: Hey hey hey…
Would you please carry this on?
I: OK. Sorry. Here it is then:
Then I went to heaven,
And I met the God.
He told me to go on… he wanted to spare his rod
U: Is this a poem? Is this… a WHAT?
I: You only wanted to listen to me but…
U: Ya, but I thought you really had something to say…
I: This really happened… not making it up any way
U: Yeah, and then so I am Santa Claus
I: Really? Gimme a something, Santa… at least a candyfloss
U: Bugger off, you crazy nut… I am leaving now
I: You know, from behind you look like a cow
U: That’s a bad match… cow and now don’t fit together
I: I didn’t notice you skin had feather!
U: What are you talking about? Where did you see…
I: I see; I hear, I get everything about thee.
U: Stop it, you rhyme freak… or I will call the cops!
I: Stop me, you beaf steak… or dance around in hops.
U: It’s getting too weird… and that’s it from me.
I: Ooofff! Finally, got rid of the crackpot. Hey, did you see?