The Daily Travesty

Ferdinand was a peaceful bull

And we all cherish his story,

But why can’t we give other bulls

Their fair share of the glory?

Just ‘cause bulls are big and strong

And make their targets gory

Doesn’t mean we all should be deprived

Of the tales of Bloody Cory.

Cory was a little bull

But with a giant’s rage.

They say he killed a hundred clowns

Before he left his cage

But the idiots in power

Who control the ratings gauge

Decided Cory’s story

Wasn’t for the those of younger age.

The older audiences

Would have loved our vicious bull

On a silver screen starring Charlie Sheen

With songs by Jethro Tull,

But the studios made their sequels

And Cory’s script execs did pull

And little Cory’s path to glory

Was rendered void and null.

But you, dear reader, have a gift:

A peek into the truth,

The knowledge of a future steer

In his ungodly youth

And if you eat a steak tonight

With a glass of vermouth

I hope you think of Cory

And his doings so uncouth.