#AmericanWriters
She fumbles and stumbles And falls down the stairs, Makes love to the leg of the dinin… She’s ready for animals, women or… She’s doing Quaaludes again.
Agatha Fry, she made a pie And Christopher John helped bake… Christopher John, he mowed the la… And Agatha Fry helped rake it Now, Zachary Zugg took out the ru…
Ain’t the snow fallin’ just a bit… Aren’t they building the stairs a… And the town’s really changin’ in… The young folks they’re growin’ ex… And the newspaper print it’s becom…
There’s a light on in the attic. Though the house is dark and shutt… I can see a flickerin’ flutter, And I know what it’s about. There’s a light on in the attic.
You may be lookin’ for me but I a… I’m still lookin’ for myself and… When I found who I am and where… And if you come round again maybe… You wanna follow me but honey can’…
Well I’ve told you someday I’d ha… And you would see me grinnin’ from… Look in my pocket this ain’t gabba… Oh oh someday’s here And I told you someday I’ll come…
Draw a crazy picture, Write a nutty poem, Sing a mumble-gumble song, Whistle through your comb. Do a loony-goony dance
He’s the Twistable Turnable Sque… Stretchable Foldable Man. He can crawl in your pocket or fit… Or screw himself into a twenty-vol… Or stretch himself up to the steep…
There is a place where the sidewal… And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and… And there the sun burns crimson br… And there the moon-bird rests from…
Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s bu… too busy to come to the phone”. Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s tr… to start a new life of her own”. Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s ha…
I’ll sing you a poem of a silly yo… Who played with the world at the e… But he only loved one single thing… And that was just a peanut-butter… His scepter and his royal gowns,
I’m haulin’ twenty tons of freight… Started thinkin’ bout Mary Jane She lived over the hill I had an… Oh my she looked so fine had a bot… I’d have myself a little bitty swi…
He’ll be comin’ down the road at t… His head thrown back and his guns… He’s comin’ after Jinny wants to… Oh he boasted in town but she love… He said anyone try to stop him wou…
Runny lent to the wibrary And there were bundreds of hooks’… Bistory hooks, beography gooks, And lots of bory stooks. He looked them over one by one
Have you been to the land of happy… Where everyone’s happy all day, Where they joke and they sing Of the happiest things, And everything’s jolly and gay?