There once was a woman in haste

called Ke$ha; she was not very chaste.

Most people called her flirty,

but she was downright dirty.

On her way to L.A. for a gig was she

to flaunt her singing so off of key

that many a good person would cover their ears

while her tone-deaf fans let loose their wild cheers.

Her state of appearance was nothing to praise

and her state of mind was like that of a daze.

The lyrics she sang were so simply horrific

that the devil himself couldn’t call them terrific.

Obscene and crude language were what she did best

letting no one around her be comfortably at rest.

When she finally arrived on her tour bus at night,

much to her audience’s wild delight,

she prepared her scanty clothes for next day’s display

while leaving her hair in horrid disarray.

When the concert was done and all lights were turned low,

Ke$ha was back on the bus headed for her next show.