Zorak:
Here's a poem by Alfred Lord Tennis-any-one:
Brak:
Corned beef to the left of me,
Corned beef to the right of me,
... Wait a minute, no!
Corned beef to the left or me,
Sauerkraut to the right of me,
Rye bread in front of me,
Cheese comin' from behind,
... and then ...
everybody ate a sandwich
Zorak:
Gee, that was twisted.
1 | Rock Candy |
2 | Store |
3 | I Love You, Baby |
4 | Smells Like Cartoon Planet |
5 | I Love Almost Everybody |
6 | Zingor |
7 | Zorak's Blues |
8 | Smell You Later |
9 | Bad Bug |
10 | The TV |