Monday, March 9, 2009

The Kong Of Kongs



Carl Denham assembled a team
to capture his mad movie dream
He needed a gal
who’s spunky, not frail
but most of all knew how to scream


The girl that he found was a pip
And so the crew left on a ship
They sailed, but where to?
But one thing they knew:
Ann Darrow looked good in a slip


The natives, when restless, would throng
and beat on a giant old gong
On island called Skull
it never was dull
whenever they called upon Kong


He’d wrestle with serpents and ‘saurs
and step on the natives by scores
But King Kong was lonely
and craved one thing only:
A girl that his huge heart adores



Then tied near the huge village gate
the natives had offered a mate
Kong liked what he saw
and so, in his paw
he took her on hot jungle date



Kong held her, but not so it hurt
Then sniffed her and peeled off her shirt
He ogled her features
and fought off strange creatures
but with him the blonde wouldn’t flirt



This master of all he surveyed
was conquered by one tiny maid
By beauty, enraptured
the big guy was captured
when felled by a gaseous grenade


Displayed, an attraction in chains
Broke free, started cracking up trains
With primitive power
he climbed up a tower
was shot by a squadron of planes



He fell and the firing ceased
a king of the jungle, deceased
It wasn’t a foe
that laid the ape low
A beauteous babe killed the beast

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