TUNES, LUNCH MOWING AND THE LUNCH DEITY LIMERICK

When I went out to mow my sod,
In my ear I stuck my pod,
I quenched my brain with tunes,
Turned my grasslands into dunes,
Then, went in to worship my lunch god.

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BUGZY BERNARD MOWED HIS LAWN

Bugzy Bernard mowed his entire lawn,
He mowed till all the dandelions were gone,
He made dandelion wine,
It tasted just fine,
But, he had a bellyache from supper till dawn.