Now Benny is all nasty and scurvy diseased,
His servants offered him fruits,
He threw at them his boots,
Now he feels bad because he is well teased.
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| The Father of All Pumpkins |
The flea and tick infestations are really bad, this gear,
My significant other is covered from toe to ear,
The little eggs keep popping,
The parasites keep hopping,
I make my significant other, sleep out in their chair.
Before the quaint, horse drawn wagon, climbed the old mill road hill,
It was loaded with dry, ancient saw dust, from the old mill,
For apartments, the mill property had been acquired,
All the employees, young and old, were instantly fired,
The last asset, saw dust, was bought by a farm, growing dill.
Beautiful Banjo Bob had a knobby, hardwood, beech, peg leg,
It did not line up with his foot, so his walking was irreg,
When he was on the tap dance floor,
His fans would cheer and yell, "encore",
Banjo Bob always did encores, when his audience would beg
Big Hank, he be nimble on the competitive pogo stick,
Hank's massive body will pogo down hard, then bounces up quick,
Hank fuels up with dried, dates,
Sticky dates on porcelain plates,
Hank will pogo all day long, while his sticky fingers, he'll lick.
There was a willow growing in my raspberries, and it was getting real big,
I went and sharpened my best shovel, and for the roots, I began to deep dig,
The tangled roots, I chopped out,
Filled the hole, and drank a stout,
I cut the whole tree into firewood, and next summer it will roast my pig.