Pink and Mr. Fickle Nerve Phantom!

Tom tom ta tom
ola here is phantom!
Pinks on a crazy ride
wid mr. phantoms pride...

Pom pom pa pom
he has a pompous palm
cannot keep his fickle nerve calm
swerves pinks world without any qualm!

Mom mom ma mom
he needs a birdie bride
to keep his sturdy stride
and let pink hide behind that chide

Dum dum da dum
he twitches and turn
he switches and burns
pinks cerebellum fibres
like scathing tigers!

Rum rum ra rum
he is fond of swirls
and does d twirls
while pinks earls
watching hopeless whirl

Stop dat humdrum u naughty phantom
pink has had enough now u give up
U lost ur senses and now eat my sensories
to tide on my brainwave u need my memories
erase i will before u cave in ...pls no more din
thank u for d ride on your fickle nerve pride
O..here you go phantom to another stratum...

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