Ax-Man 4: Finally a poem
Ax-man could not brain that day
That day he had the dumb
Ax-man went to the couch and lay
He lay there and ate a plum
But he didn't have his ax
But that day he felt most lax
And didn't worry about the tax
Because, you see, ax-man had the skills
The skills, you see, to pay the bills
And then ax-man remembered
The time he had almost been dismembered
And his ax had saved him
And he hadn't even lost a limb
And so he grabbed his mighty ax
And stretched out all the syllaaaaaaables.
And so the story of ax-man
Eeeeeeeeeeeends.
Ax-man looked up from his hotdog buuuuuns
And saw in the distance cows with guuuuuuuns
He ran for the hiiiiiiiiills
And took his anxiety piiiiiiiiiills
And stopped and turned his heeeeeeeeead
And threw his ax, and the cows were deeeeeeeeead
And ax-man went back to his hotdog buuuuuuuns
Now with no fear of cows with guuuuuuuns
Ax-man
Ax-man
He stands over the wataaaaah
Holding his mighty ax
Chopping all the kappaaaaa
That live in the wataaaaaaa
Extending all the syllaaaaaaaaaaaaaables
Chopping in half all the taaaaaaables
And he is very aaaaaaaaaaaable
With his mighty ax
From a to x he has got the whole alphabet coveeeeeeeeered
Except for those stragglers y and z
But he is still
Ax-maaaaaaaaaaaaaan