I once meta man named Ike,
he was kind of hard to like,
his car sported an Obama sticker,
he voted for him what a kicker.
that friendship fell on a spike.
or
I once meta man named Simon,
always had to be whinin’.
A liberal for sure,
there was no cure...
just lots of self-denin’.
I once meta man named tioga,
taught a class at a school for yoga.
But he was practically nude,
and on his downward dog—Dude!
You gotta wear something under that toga!
(just kidding of course!)