I am he that be Walt Disney,
Maker of mice and dwarves and deer,
They froze my head in liquid Nitrogen,
To be awoken in some distant year.
I wished to be frozen for the children of the future,
My brilliant mind to be stored on computer,
But the computer broke, well, it fell through the floor,
(Computers back then had a nuclear core.)
Yet still I can speak,
Though my teeth are of wood,
Sometimes I speak and the words are not good,
It’s the voice in my head that has always been there,
The voice that encouraged me to strip and walk bare,
Around Disneyland, on it’s day of completion,
When I peed on a dwarf and I kicked a policeman.
And that’s when the others did put me away,
So I sacked the cock- suckers and refused them their pay.
I can piss on my dwarves, I can crap on Snow White,
I can doggy style goofy, or give Bambi a fight!
I am Walt Disney, mice lord and artist!
Of all those in Hollywood, I was the smartest,
The first to draw naked, the first to drink cheese,
The first to paint mice in stockings and undies,
The first to use oak as a choice for my dentures,
The first to have films destroyed by the censors,
The first to be frozen till I’m needed again,
Able to work with my little mice men,
(They named him Mickey, and against my will,
When his real name is… Beelzebub Bill!)
I am Walt Disney, suspended animator,
I am fed through pipes with sweet mashed potato,
And frothy milkshake and Christmas cake,
And on special occasions, a Fish Pie.
I am Walt Disney and I will not die.
Although I understand what an awful fellow the man was in real life, I wrote this with his apparent cryogenic internment in mind, basically just ‘having bit of a laugh’.