Ponseroso

Lyrics
Come, megrims, mollygrubs and collywobbles! Come, gloom that limps, and misery that hobbles! Come also, most exquisite melancholiage As dank and decadent as November foliage! I crave to shudder in your moist embrace To feel your oystery fingers on my face This is my hour of sadness and of soulfulness And cursed be he who dissipates my dolefulness I do not desire to be cheered I desire to retire, I am thinking of growing a beard A sorrowful beard, with a mournful, a dolorous hue in it With ashеs and glue in it I want to be drunk with despair I want to carеss my care I do not wish to be blithe I wish to recoil and writhe I will revel in cosmic woe And I want my woe to show This is the morbid moment This is the ebony hour Aroint thee, sweetness and light! I want to be dark and sour! Àway with the bird that twitters! All that glitters is jitters! Roses, roses are gray Violets cry Boo! and frighten me Sugar is stimulating And people conspire to brighten me Go hence, people, go hence! Go sit on a picket fence! Go gargle with mineraI oil Go out and develop a boil! Melancholy is what I brag and boast of Melancholy I mean to make the most of You beaming optimists shall not destroy it But while I am it, I intend to enjoy it Go, people, stuff your mouths with soap And remember, please, that when I mope, I mope!
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Credits
- Writers
- Ogden Nash