Shaking my head and sighing a sigh
If I were Chester Gould I would surely cry
He once great creation has now spent its course
Now they are just beating a thoroughly dead horse
Gone are the great villains that tried to do him in
What is left to us now is a terrible sin
A mistake here and there we could overlook
But it has become a travesty that cannot be brooked
The level to which this strip has now sunk
Makes one believe it is produced by a drunk
There are those who say you should not read
If with the artist and writer you are not agreed
But it draws you back to see what comes next
No matter how much one may become vexed.
Shaking my head and sighing a sigh If I were Chester Gould I would surely cry He once great creation has now spent its course Now they are just beating a thoroughly dead horse Gone are the great villains that tried to do him in What is left to us now is a terrible sin A mistake here and there we could overlook But it has become a travesty that cannot be brooked The level to which this strip has now sunk Makes one believe it is produced by a drunk There are those who say you should not read If with the artist and writer you are not agreed But it draws you back to see what comes next No matter how much one may become vexed.