There is a fun and there is fun
Is it a pun or is it not pun?
There is some fun that’s real fun
While other fun will fry in a pan.
Smouldering slowly in its own gunk
While real fun may twirl to funk.
That’s the conclusion on my kind of game
Now that I’m enjoying gaining my fame.
Although remaining normal and simple
And not a wart nor indeed pimple
On any crackpot’s imaginary crap
Who’ll be sent off through whisker’s flap.
To an oblivion and total shame
Rather than gaining honourable fame.