"My Spinning Sphere Symmetrical"

Sometimes boredom inspires genius, other times you get this:
"My Spinning Sphere Symmetrical"

In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I watch my pets aquatical.
As the float around in their little tank,
They thank the gods they can't be sank.
Three fish in a tank, rubba-dub-dub,
Droning, swimming, blissfully numb.
Go my pets aquatical,
to your spinning sphere symmetrical.

In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I ponder matters mathematical.
Of Euchlides and of Oedipus,
The thereom of Pythagarus.
Ok, so Oed isn't math, but lit,
But have you ever tried to rhyme this stuff?
While pondering matters mathematical,
In your spinning sphere symmetrical?

In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I listen to my ventricle.
Pumping, gushing, my heart is bled,
But not a drop of blood is shed.
"It must be fun to be a blood cell!" I say,
"And ride the water-rides all day."
As they get shot through the ventricle,
in their spinning sphere symmetrical.

In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I dream of habitat domestical.
Of my house, that is to say,
For it is a much better place to stay.
My Aunt's computer has no AC,
which means no fun for you nor me.
As is dream of habitat domestical,
In my spinning sphere symmetrical.

In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I listen to music frenchiful.
My native language this is not,
Mano, those french rockers rot!
French music!? What a thought,
I must delete this maintenant!
Crappy music frenchiful,
Has no place in my spinning sphere symmetrical.

Well, that about sums it up... if you read through the whole thing, well, I apologize. ;) See you in Dereth, pants optional!

~"Would you like to be a pepper too?"