Bye, bye, oh my, to freaks like fry
I may be gone tomorrow,
I hear the great communal sigh
which signifies such sorrow,
but I don't like
those filthy swine
who snort around the streets
I will retreat, drink good red wine
sleep in on silken sheets
who needs the shit that Berrie poops
or that of Bobschen Bligh
they may succumb in their own soups
but I do say Good-Bye.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bye-bye-to-american-pie/