A noise, a sound, a rhythm so new,
We laugh and wonder what to do about you,
Nothing, since now, has ever been hatched,
Though hundreds of others join in to match.
Does this make you happy,
Because it is quite sappy,
Not caring for applause,
Because they’re trapped in awe.
But what of different genders,
Is it to hook or affine her,
What if they’re laughing, to your avail,
What if they’re disgusted; just saying, you fail.
I can’t stand it anymore,
This bother of a chore,
Just so you know, it’s an act of ice,
Just so you know, it’s unpleasantly nice.
