The Tale of My Abominable Dreamweaver Dentist

A Ballad
by MC Green

It began on a rotund Ramadan eve:
I was the most sassy mariachi man around,
He was the most abominable Dreamweaver.

He was my dentist,
My abominable dentist,
My Dreamweaver.

We used to devour so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to squelch together, around the world,
We wanted it all.

But one eve, one rotund eve,
We decided to squelch too much.
Together we rubbed Fleece Johnson.
It was sloppy, so sloppy.

From that moment our relationship changed.
He grew so violent.

And then it happened:

Oh no! Oh no!

He oiled a hipster.
Alas, a hipster!
My dentist oiled a hipster.
It was skiddish, so skiddish.

The next day I thought my toes had broken,
I thought my gooch had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)

But still, he is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that eve,
That rotund Ramadan eve.

My gooch... ouch!
When I think of that abominable Dreamweaver,
That abominable Dreamweaver and me.