Words of Disservice

The tooth paste taste like play-doh
And the play-doh taste like foot cream
And the glue won't stick on me,
But the magnets will stick to you,
A thumb tack won't pierce these walls,
but a wrecking ball will pierce this house,
And the moon will shine on the sun,
While the sun shines on us all,
Salivating alligators will dream of desert islands,
And hungry will pigeon's will devour all mankind,
As the ozone layers makes us freeze over,
This heat wave will bring on the frost,
As sizzling bacon pops into soda,
And soda pop fuzzes into whipped toppings.
We'll eat our banana splits as we chew on a peach pit,
And the peach pit will break our molars which will fill us right on up.