- based on Wheel of Fortune’s “Before and After” game -
You say you’re seeing double bed?
I’m on the razor’s edge of my seat.
But cover your Iron Maidenhead,
dear lady; for love is better off dead-
end street!
The world spins rounding up the cost,
o Mary-Mother-of-Christmas-go-round!
A Julius Caesar’s salad tossed,
as stars that have been albacrossed
get lost and found.
(And Chicken Little Richard shouted,
“O Mother, I think I smell a rat race!”
Mom, in return to sender, pouted,
“Yon Milky Way of God has sprouted.
So why the long face to face?”)
Tonight we’ll score some hits the spot.
“Get out!” we’ll say, “Go home sweet home!”
Then we’ll take our leave them out to rot
and thank God is good we haven’t got
a name like Sarah Palindrome!
But I’ve had it up to hear me out.
I’m blind! I cannot si vous plait.
“Game over my dead body!” Shout!
Untie this riddle’s not about!
A real loose wheel of fortune, so they say.