Lighter Side of MAD
(Tune: "A Whiter Shade of Pale" (Procul Harum))
We tripped the light Fantastic
But the big one hit the floor
Bill was feeling kinda Crypt-ic
But the crowd mailed off for more
Frank was humming ever harder
As the fold-in fell away
Yes, we flipped on to another page
While our parents turned to grey
He said, "There is no reason,
And it sometimes even scans.
We just wander through our egos
And we live the aches and pans."
One of 13 "monthly" issues,
Plus the specials and the books.
And my wallet just stayed open
Through the cashier's dirty looks.
Prohias wanted shore leave
Though, in truth, 'twas there to Spy
And the black guy had a looking glass
But the plot just wouldn't fly.
The best jokes were in the margins,
And in Jaffee's quick replies
Gaines and Elder, almost sadly,
Said that humor never dies.
copyright © 1995 (10/14) by Gerald L. Bliss. Usual disclaimer applies.