During my involvement with Write Around Portland as a class participant, our facilitator, Janet, threw out the term "Gold Lame Thong" on a whim. For my part, I went with it and pulled this little piece together over the course of the next few days. I hope you enjoy it!
Gold
Lamé Thong!
One day as I was skipping along,
Not doing much just humming a song;
Who should I spy but good old King Kong, he said,
“Hey, take a look at my gold lamé thong!”
I said, “Whoa, King, baby, that thing’s pretty long,
Why it’s big enough to be a sarong;
Does it even hide your monstrous ding-dong?
That shiny, metallic gold lamé thong?”
Rhinestones and silk and leather won’t do;
Neither will cotton or macramé, too.
To suit his odd fancy, I’d get it all wrong,
He’s just got to have that gold lamé thong!
It’s not made of metal, like a big Chinese gong, and
Not made of glass like a water-pipe bong;
That funny old monkey, he’s in quite a throng,
When he’s not wearing his gold lamé thong!
