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fr_defenestratoTwo guys walked by the table where I sat, and one was telling the other about a friend of his who had written a play wherein Karen Carpenter and Mama Cass were lovers in hell. That's all I heard about it, and all I needed hear.
When Karen Carpenter and Mama Cass
First met in hell, they couldn't stand each other:
Since Karen (who had insufficient ass
For Mama's taste) needed another mother
Like she needed a Hostess* in the head.
(*Twinkie, that is. Sponge cake. Legal defense.)
This makes for tepid drama. So I said,
I guess it's up to me to talk some sense
Into these gals; whereto I worked a spell,
Calling in favors from Venus and Mars
To chill my everlasting bonfire*. (*Hell,
That is. Swimming pools. Naughty movie stars.)
Since then Karen and Cass do naught but screw—
Which means that Richard's berth is ready, too.
When Karen Carpenter and Mama Cass
First met in hell, they couldn't stand each other:
Since Karen (who had insufficient ass
For Mama's taste) needed another mother
Like she needed a Hostess* in the head.
(*Twinkie, that is. Sponge cake. Legal defense.)
This makes for tepid drama. So I said,
I guess it's up to me to talk some sense
Into these gals; whereto I worked a spell,
Calling in favors from Venus and Mars
To chill my everlasting bonfire*. (*Hell,
That is. Swimming pools. Naughty movie stars.)
Since then Karen and Cass do naught but screw—
Which means that Richard's berth is ready, too.
