I thought you were my valentine, sweetie,
But, I guess you’ve been lately real cheatie,
Last week it was Frank,
Yesterday it was Hank,
All the internet knows cause you’re tweetie.
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Saturday, February 11, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
BASIL LOVED BURGANDY
Basil really loved Burgundy,
That is the wine and not the color,
But, for his birthday he got a can of paint,
It wasn’t even burgundy but kind of a yellar.
That is the wine and not the color,
But, for his birthday he got a can of paint,
It wasn’t even burgundy but kind of a yellar.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
NEW MOON FEBRUARY 2012 LIMERICK
The new moon in February 2012,
Tells the psychics to put the month on the shelve,
It may be a great year,
But, February’s days are not dear,
These days should be flushed through the septic tank valve.
Tells the psychics to put the month on the shelve,
It may be a great year,
But, February’s days are not dear,
These days should be flushed through the septic tank valve.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
MY PA, STEP MA AND MY FAMILY ROOTS
My pa’s name was Old Clyde Foots,
His third wife Karen was quite the toots,
They had an all male litter of nine,
This to me was just fine,
For even half brothers still have family roots.
His third wife Karen was quite the toots,
They had an all male litter of nine,
This to me was just fine,
For even half brothers still have family roots.
WHEN I SEE THE HURRICANE
When I see the hurricane,
I run away, I flee,
I do not like the hurricane,
Because drowning is not for me,
There are those who watch in awe,
The gales, the lightning, the rain,
But, I just fear being blown out to sea,
By the nasty hurricane,
So, call me a coward as I run away,
And though your words cause me some pain,
I know that I'll be around another day,
To run away from another hurricane.
I run away, I flee,
I do not like the hurricane,
Because drowning is not for me,
There are those who watch in awe,
The gales, the lightning, the rain,
But, I just fear being blown out to sea,
By the nasty hurricane,
So, call me a coward as I run away,
And though your words cause me some pain,
I know that I'll be around another day,
To run away from another hurricane.
THERE WERE TWO BAR MAIDS NAMED CHRISTINA
There were two bar maids named Christina,
When not serving drinks they played the concertina,
But, their music was so sad,
When finished playing everyone was glad,
For their intonation were like a wounded hyena,
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