Aren'they odd?

Aren't they swell?

Musicals that wind up here

Burning in hell

Send in the crap

Songs that don't work

Sequels that rot

Characters you dearly wished

Were stabbed or shot

All of it is crap

Who makes this crap?

Miscast pop stars

Tired old clichés

Cartoons that terrify you in uncountable ways

Pierce Brosnan piercing your ears

With his harsh drunken drone

They're all right here

They must atone

I'll judge their sings

Punish them in short

It's not much

But it's my job

So upend the court

And send in the crap

The musical crap

It's already here

Maybe I'm odd

Maybe I'm snide

But if you are watching, thank you for joining the ride

And sharing this crap

There will be more crap

Just wait til next year