A little while ago, my boyfriend and I watched the film
Notorious, a docudrama about the late rap star Christopher Wallace. Being thoroughly unfamiliar with "the hip hops," we felt so educated and inspired by the film that we immediately staged our own jam session, wherein one of us did "the beatbox" and the other attempted to freestyle our Silicon Valley-based trials and tribulations. The results of these efforts were so pathetic that we decided we needed to start our hit album on paper (or, more accurately, TextEdit). Our output from this exercise was slightly more comprehensible, but equally unfit for MTV. Nonetheless, we were very proud of all the odes we composed during that hour or so that the two of us fancied ourselves rap artists.
I'll share the one I made for
my fish because I have no shame:
Ode #1
Got a little fish, his name was Merty
And boy the little thing, he was a big flirty
But Merty gone and died, and now I got Pemby
I love you Pemby, you're my little baby
I wish that you'd eat, cause you're a little skinny
You're the size of my pinky, you're just an inny minny
Do you like me? Your answer's a maybe
But I love you Pemby, you're my pretty baby
Now you think it's sad that I made a little rap
And you hate that I'm always, a rap a tap tap
On your little bowl, I know that it's rude-y
But your still my Pemby, my lovely little baby
