[Modern Rhapsody by Dali]
O fine! Your day went well I hope my dear!
And did you find a place to park that’s close?
It can be such a walk! That’s how it goes . . .
But, o my gracious, how unfair and queer
to make you park and trudge throughout the year!
There’s no relief. I tell you, I suppose
my dear, they dare to think themselves the most
deserving men while sitting on their rears
(excuse my English!), loving so to watch
you strain yourself . . . You parked it where? O no!
You what! O stop! I hate it when you stutter.
My god, the car was stolen? Get it, Rog.
you bastard, get it! O I knew it! O
I told you something like this would occur!