Where once it was with elation
Now it is with trepidation
That I approach each days strip
Knowing the writer has lost his grip
From lofty heights to loathsome lows
Its state has now become comatose
The stories no longer make any sense
In fact they have become to be exceedingly dense
The silly names, the atrocious puns
Everyone but Tracy has a gun
He runs around like a coward
Our respect for him has been soured
The police force is more inept than not
You get more response from a Keystone Kop
Now but a shadow of itself
It’s time to be put on the shelf
The time of glory is in the past
All we see now is just half-assed
The cheering has long faded away
Tracy has had his day
So drive the stake deep and hard
Shovel on the dirt by the yard
Bury him with his face down
A proper ending for this clown.
Where once it was with elation Now it is with trepidation That I approach each days strip Knowing the writer has lost his grip From lofty heights to loathsome lows Its state has now become comatose The stories no longer make any sense In fact they have become to be exceedingly dense The silly names, the atrocious puns Everyone but Tracy has a gun He runs around like a coward Our respect for him has been soured The police force is more inept than not You get more response from a Keystone Kop Now but a shadow of itself It’s time to be put on the shelf The time of glory is in the past All we see now is just half-assed The cheering has long faded away Tracy has had his day So drive the stake deep and hard Shovel on the dirt by the yard Bury him with his face down A proper ending for this clown.