So, i was introduced this morning to the song Diggy Diggy Hole, through this metal video
My mind of course goes straight to parody
Wordy Wordy Words.
Siblings of the book rejoice
Scribe, scribe, scribe with me
Raise your pen and choose your voice!
Write, write, write with me
Down and down into the page
Who knows what phrases we’ll bequeath
Plots and plans, twists and more
For Our readers we have much in store
Born leather bound, suckled from a teat of ink
Reading in the dark, till our eyes were strained and pink
Skin made of paper, pencils in our bones
To write and write makes us free
Come on siblings, write with me!
I am a writer, and I’m writing the words
Wordy wordy words, wordy wordy words
I am a writer, and I’m writing the words
Wordy wordy words, writing the words
The daylight will not stop my flow
Write, write on the page
My word count must always grow
Blank sheets make me rage
Fill a glass and down your drink
Wear your fingers to the brink
Bow your head and fall asleep
Drool from mouth to page will seep
Born leather bound, bookcases line my room
Our pages are a cradle, our plots shall outline your tomb
Interrupt our writing time, Porlock will meet your doom!
We do not fear what lies we speak
No symbolism is too deep
I am a writer, and I’m writing the words
Wordy wordy words, wordy wordy words
I am a writer, and I’m writing the words
Wordy wordy words, writing the words
I am a writer, and I’m writing the words
Wordy wordy words, wordy wordy words
I am a writer, and I’m writing the words
Wordy wordy words, writing the words
Born leather bound, suckled from a teat of ink
Reading in the dark, till our eyes were strained and pink
Skin made of paper, pencils in our bones
To write and write makes us free
Come on siblings, write with me!
I am a writer, and I’m writing the words
Wordy wordy words, wordy wordy words
I am a writer, and I’m writing the words
Wordy wordy words, writing the words