a poem

(to the tune song "a long long time ago")
a long long time ago, you might once remember,

(to my own tune)
I wrote a thing about boy, who was not a joy,
I said some mean things that were very very true.
I also said some things about someone that has since made me feel blue.
He is still a molester, (who is not a true jew) his roommate not so creepy
all this rhyming is making me so sleepy.
Chris the agriculturist gave me PROPS for what i said
he made me feel so good for exposing the molester who wanted in my bed.
i say it like it is, i say it how i see
ive decided the molester should be a SHE...that i can guarantee
the bar tonight was lame
though the people were not a bore
being 1230a and waking up at 5a will be a chore.
ive said what i have needed to say, its time for theBRYguy to hit the hay