HOMEMADE ROOT BEER SAMPLES

I dug up some tree roots to make some root beer,

It didn't taste too good, and my belly felt queer,

I got foam on my clothes,

When it ran from my nose,

If you're on the porcelain throne, please get clear.

HUMAN BEANS

They said I should act more like a human bean,

I thought that comment was very crass and mean,

At any party,

Beans make one farty,

Then future party invites, are never seen.

THE THINKER SLEEPS BETWEEN MY EARS

In my head I have a thinker,

Sometimes, he is a stinker,

Like math class,

I will not pass,

I'm tired in class, so I take a winker.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND NOTHING

I'm the only one I know that does not have a quantum physics degree,

All that fancy math and stuff are just too much for me,

I don't even understand, the signal that gets boxed in my tv,

Can't comprehend why in algebra, they use the letters x, y and z,

And the biggest mystery of all; why do English Folk drink tea.

I'LL MAKE MY KIDS SO STUPID, THEY'LL TURNOUT JUST LIKE ME

My kids didn't respect me, because their learning went too far,

So, I banned them from the internet, and bought them a VCR,

All their books I had to burn,

Keeping them stupid, is my greatest concern,

Now they'll become just like me, and trade info at the bar.

IGNORANCE ISN'T JUST BLISS, IT'S THE LAW

At our schools, we got rid of all of the books,

We know all smart people are nothing, but crooks,

We replaced all the teachers, 

With porn stars with fit features,

We're teaching, the only thing that counts are good looks.

TO KEEP MY KIDS FROM LEARNING, I DID A BOOK BURNING

I burned the books in my house, and what did I get?

Three sons in the jail, and they each have a dimwit,

They turned out, not to be bright,

Can barely read, and can't write,

And, their mathematics skills, ain't worth a plum spit.

THE TWO WORD LANGUAGE

I don't speak good German, and my French is even worse,

When I try speaking Latin, I get called disgusting and perverse,  

But the language I speak good,

Is my local neighborhood,

There we speak just two words, that are a universal curse.  

TOLD THE DINOSAUR STORY AND MY FACE IS SORRY

I was told that dinosaurs never existed,

I was told my brain was evil and twisted,

That was such bad news,

That I sang the blues,

For that my face got slapped, and thrice fisted.