Rhymes Written On A Barf Bag

I found an air sickness sack in my backpack with this bit of brilliance scrawled on it:

I'm like Mickey Rourke
Make you wear a mask when we pork
Nine months later a gift from the stork
I hope our kid doesn't turn out to be a dork
Wearing rainbow suspenders like he's from the Planet Ork
Mork calling Orson, come in Orson
Movin on to the X-rated portion

And then a note about confirming Bork and eating with a spork