THE TYCOON WHO CRAVED MACAROON
Did you hear the one about the
tycoon
Who had a craving for
macaroon
So he chartered a
balloon
All the way to
Cameroon?
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His brave pilot was no
poltroon
He flew them straight through a
monsoon
They they hit a big
typhoon
That crashed them to a wide
lagoon.
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There they met a
picaroon
Who shot the pilot with a
harpoon
Leaving the scared and hungry
tycoon
Very much a lonely
maroon
In his wicker basket
cocoon.
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He could see this was no
Brigadoon
But still he dreamed of
macaroon
So he swam the wide
lagoon
Two pudgy thighs his
pontoon
Like something out of a
lampoon.
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Once ashore he spied a
saloon
Open long before
noon
Wherein he spied a wild
baboon
Who played a very fine
bassoon
And wore a purple
pantaloon
Spitting in his brass
spittoon.
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His lady singer was a
loon
Who sure did know just how to
croon
She laid the blues on with a
spoon
She made the crosseyed bouncer
swoon
His love for her would be a
boon
It meant she could retire
soon
To live out her life with a
goon
On a lake somewhere near
Saskatoon.
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Carousing drunkenly was a
platoon
On manuevers from far-off
Rangoon
Served by the bartender
raccoon
Who measured shots with a
tablespoon
Like something from a Sunday
cartoon.
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"I'll promptly pay you one
doubloon
If you find me a
macaroon!"
Declared our still craving
tycoon.
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Thereupon arose a red-nosed
Walloon
Commander of this drunken
platoon
Who rose to spit in the brass
spittoon
Silencing his fellows from
Rangoon.
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"Did you think with one
doubloon
These drunken soldiers you could
dragoon
Just because you craved
macaroon?"
"Absolutely!" cried our
tycoon.
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At which point the wild
baboon
Struck our friend with his
bassoon
Crowning him with the brass
spittoon
To wild cheers from the
platoon.
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"Why do you treat me like a
buffoon?"
Cried our bruised and battered
tycoon
"All I wanted was a
macaroon
For which I'll pay you one
doubloon!"
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"We'll take your vainly proferred
doubloon"
Proclaimed the barkeeping
raccoon
"And make a much-needed
festoon
To be hung in the
forenoon
From the remnants of your
baloon!"
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With this the wild
baboon
Struck the hand of the
tycoon
Sending his golden
doubloon
Into the brass
spittoon
Unretrievable by a
teaspoon.
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Our now penniless
tycoon
Stuck his hand into the
spittoon
To grab his only
doubloon
But like the much-storied
baboon
His fist fat with
doubloon
Could not be pulled from the
spittoon.
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It took the entire
platoon
Working through the
afternoon
To redecorate the
saloon
With shreds of the hot air
baloon
Draped into a bright
festoon.
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Hand still grasping the
doubloon
Thereby stuck in the
spittoon
Our most avaricious
tycoon
Was hoisted upward by the
baboon
Becoming the centerpiece of the
festoon
Without ever receiving his
macaroon.
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The moral, thus, for any
tycoon
Who thinks to charter a
balloon
To satisfy his craving for
macaroon
Make sure your pilot is a
poltroon
Who steers you clear of any
typhoon
That might crash you into a
lagoon
Anywhere close to
Cameroon.
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