Aren'they odd?
Aren't they swell?
Musicals that wind up here
Burning in hell
Send in the crap
Songs that don't work
Sequels that rot
Characters you dearly wished
Were stabbed or shot
All of it is crap
Who makes this crap?
Miscast pop stars
Tired old clichés
Cartoons that terrify you in uncountable ways
Pierce Brosnan piercing your ears
With his harsh drunken drone
They're all right here
They must atone
I'll judge their sings
Punish them in short
It's not much
But it's my job
So upend the court
And send in the crap
The musical crap
It's already here
Maybe I'm odd
Maybe I'm snide
But if you are watching, thank you for joining the ride
And sharing this crap
There will be more crap
Just wait til next year