No matter what poor Karen couldn't tan, So, she tried drawing one on with a crayon, She couldn't get the right hue, So, she just crayoned herself blue, Now, she matches the color of her minivan.
I hung my own picture on the wall,
It fell on my wood stove and that's not all,
After my nighttime retire,
My picture caught fire,
Now, I live on a bench in the mall.