I’ve a friend named Tyrone

a tumbleweed well known

on and on he tumbles

through empty city streets

and ‘cross ill-timed punchlines

So special Tyrone is

he is adored verily

by lil’ five year old girls

Alas, mis’ry trails Tyrone

on and on he goes

ne’er ending, unfleeting

He’ll never, ever rest

Forever tumbling

Forever wandering

Ampanget.

Alam na.

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