I've thought and I've thinked and I've thunk, While lying awake in my bunk: There's truly no word, Sublime or absurd, Describing the stink of a skunk.
I've thought and I've thank and I've thunk. I sought, then I sank, now I'm sunk. I thirst could not bear; I'm now worse for wear; For the drought, well I drank... now I'm drunk.
I've thought and I've thunk and I've thinked; Mind's blank, so to be quite succinct, Analysis will Show activity's nil... My brain cells are all now extinct.
Last updated: Sat, 22 Dec 2001.