Scooby-Doo, Where Are You!

 
Verbally abused, and punked on.
A seedless canary in pink tights
ragging on the cuttlebone
and little sperm fish.
Getting punked in transformation,
ripping off my Winnebago,
leaving me punked to Alfredo,
to veer off course in the night.
Punking my lights out
and bobbing on my Lewinski.
Baiting me orange Cheetos.
Scooby-Doo, Where Are You!