"Eight-foot Trochee" 
(to the tune of "Purple Toupee" by They Might Be Giants)
(lyrics mangled by Deanna "Janthina" Rubin)



I remember the day I left the 'Wog 
I heard about some dude who lived on Oyster in some inn, 
Somebody turned in circles and fell out of the crow's nest 
And it wasn't too much later we found out 'twas Captain Spinn 
I remember the time the Looterati had to crown a king of Guava, 
That's all I can think of, but I'm sure there's something else 
Way down inside me I can feel the rhythm crack, 

Eight-foot trochee will rule the day when meter brings you down 
Eight-foot trochee and sharp wordplay will turn your brain around 

Tide and Rudders were fighting over Park 
We tried to help them fight, no one appreciated that 
Homullus was mad when they outlawed link booching 
Ten weeks later they were posting the same crap 
I /shouted out "Job with Galatians Six-Seven" 
Till they planked me from the boat and they told me I did Poor 
Now I'm very big, I'm a part of a big flag 
And the only thing that's different is my carping score, 

Eight-foot trochee will rule the day when meter brings you down 
Eight-foot trochee and sharp wordplay will turn your brain around 

Eight-foot trochee is on the way 
Was launched from a grammar trebuchet 
The accent brigade is going to rule the day 

We've got to write a poem 
About our Jorvik home 
We have to use trochees