I agree, Genie, but I suppose our modest GG won't give it to herself. Ya think we can collectively convince her to take it, just this once?

Anyway, thanks so much for the Harp-Chip, Áine! I wasn't able to punch, pull and prod the following song in time to be "in the moment" (or, at least, in time to go to the library on Saturday and submit the song!), but here 'tis, a little bit late, a Christmas song in July. My biggest dilemma with this parody was finding a word that sounded vaguely like "shepherd boy"....*G*


DO YOU SEE WHAT I'LL BE?
(Tune: "Do You Hear What I Hear?" – the Christmas classic – word and music by: Gloria Shayne Baker/ Noel Regney)

Said the white skin to the twiddlin' hand,
"Do you see what I'll be?
'Way above my thigh, twiddlin' hand,
Do you see what I'll be?
So far, you are prancing with delight.
Is your braille-ass gig second sight?
Will some male ass dig mine tonight?"

Said the twiddlin' hand to the hemorrhoid,
"Do you fear when I'm near,
Stinging when I'm nigh, hemorrhoid?
Do you fear when I'm near?
What's wrong? A thong, high above the knees!
It annoys your big ass, I see.
It annoys your big ass, and me."

Said the hemorrhoid, "Do your sightless thing,
Do, and know what eyes know
With your callus firm, sightless thing.
Do, and know where I'll go."
The guileless pile quivered where the bold,
Seeking fingers its fate foretold,
Where the fingers its fate foretold.

Said the fingers, "O dimpled derriere,
Kissin' someone's ass may
Pay our fees, dimpled derriere.
Kissin' your white ass? Nay,
Not while the pile peeping from your tight
Butt will bring no good sex. That's right,
I predict no good sex tonight!"

(Big finish, with chorus) "Not tooo - niiiiiiiiiiiight!"