#AmericanWriters
Well I was sittin’ up in my crane… Can’t get promoted no matter what… Ah when the forman he comes around… He says hold that load up there fo… Cause I got to check some gear do…
She had the jitters She had the flu She showed up late She missed her cue She kicked the director
It was nine o’clock at midnight at… When a turtle met a bagpipe on the… And the turtle said, 'My dearie, May I sit with you? I’m weary.' And the bagpipe didn’t say no.
I am writing these poems From inside a lion, And it’s rather dark in here. So please excuse the handwriting Which may not be too clear.
Oh if you read in the papers that… A gettin’ in an out of some millio… She may fool you with her smile bu… That’s just her poor hopeless hear… So you were down at Joe’s on the…
Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitte… I think she’s a little bit crazy. She thinks a baby-sitter’s suppose… To sit upon the baby.
Draw a crazy picture, Write a nutty poem, Sing a mumble-gumble song, Whistle through your comb. Do a loony-goony dance
This bridge will only take you hal… To those mysterious lands you long… Through gypsy camps and swirling… And moonlit woods where unicorns r… So come and walk awhile with me an…
My skin is kind of sort of brownis… Pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, But I’m told they look orange in… My hair is reddish blondish brown,
She had to die. This Omoo knew. He also knew he could not kill her… Not even try to kill her. Those eyes. Would look at him. No…
Well now I once knew a woman list… And the first time I seen her I k… Well now she swore she’d love me a… God damn but I don’t even remembe… Well now I once knew a woman and…
I met her on a corner in Duluth (That’s the truth.) She was tryin’ to fix her shoe i… (Her name was Ruth.) She said she was just waiting for…
She was dancin’ when I seen her,… In a neighborhood they call 'La Z… She had a child’s smile, but she t… It would take a lot of gold to get… Acapulco Goldie, donde did you go…
I broke into the bank on Sunday, You should see the money I got. I couldn’t drag it home ‘til Mond… ’Cause it sure weighed an awful lo… Then I sat down to count it,
I’ve sung my songs on dusty roads… To sweatin’ hard eyed brakemen, in… I’ve sung in blue wall papered roo… Now Mama…I’ll sing one song for y… Mama let me tell you that I’ve ne…