Sitting Through the Dreck of M. Bay

With decibels blasting our ears
We're oppressed and harassed movie-seers
As Bay's shots jolt and judder
We don't plotz - we just shudder
It's a mess! We're aghast! Michael cheers!

David Cairns

Does it really matter which Michael Bay movie it is?

Number Two with a Gun

Like a boy who's all id, Bay explodes
He enjoys blowing lids off commodes
Each new set is a toy
That he'll get to destroy
Dropping noisy and hideous loads.


Michael Bay on the set of one of his stupid movies. This is the third or fourth time we've rhymed boys, toys, and noise in a limerick about Bay. You'd think it was past time he'd grow up. Title by David Cairns.