Yoko? Hell No!

Meow-meow, yodel high, moaning hills and neon sky

Screaming cat, a soulful cry, melodies that amplify

Yoko's voice, sharp and clear, upstaged by feline cheer

Angry eyes, a frown appears, frustration drawing near

Yodeling through the morning air, longing tunes, devoid of care

Cat's screeching, wild and bare, stealing scenes with snarling flare

Yoko's voice begins to rise, feathers ruffle, sparks in eyes

Fuming with a sudden surprise, she’s about to vocalize

But then a goat appears, carefree, with a fart so loudly, free

Microphone in mystic glee, pink eye’s the prize for her misery

Yodels clash with feline screams, goat’s fart echoing in streams

Animal chaos, tangled dreams, music lost in wild extremes

Fart noises, cat’s refrain, angry yoko, feeling pain

Yet amidst the noise and strain, wild concert in the rain

Meow, baa, and yodel's song, chaotic chorus all along

Pink eye lingering wrong, animals singing their song

Fart echo, goofy tune, messy, loud, and out of tune

Yoko’s anger in the moon, chaos’s kind of perfect ruin

Silence falls, calm again, stories told of furry men

Cats and goats, they’re the same, wild, free, untamed fame

Yoko sighs, shaking head, melody in chaos bred

Animal concert, joy, or dread? Music’s chaos, never dead.