Little Johnny

Join my cause
said the Panda
locked in a trumpet box
little Johnny stole from
the pet store.

Later the vanilla
spilled all over the car. It was
hard to clean. Momma had a fit.

Goddam nilla
gettin all over da place
she said, sweating like a
Lycra-covered tiger
in an oven
pulled over coals
on a firey rickshaw.

Oh yeah, Firey Rickshaw,
said the man,
That's my name,
and I'll have a Budweiser.