#AmericanWriters
Last night, while I lay thinking… some Whatifs crawled inside my ear and pranced and partied all night… and sang their same old Whatif son… Whatif I’m dumb in school?
Everything’s wrong, Days are too long, Sunshine’s too hot, Wind is too strong. Clouds are too fluffy,
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…
I said, 'I’ll take the T-bone ste… A soft voice mooed, ‘Oh wow.’ And I looked up and realized The waitress was a cow. I cried, 'Mistake—forget the the…
“If you’re sloppy, that’s just fin… If you’re moody, I won’t mind. If you’re fat, that’s fine with me… If you’re skinny, let it be. If you’re bossy, that’s alright.
Nentis Nan, he’s my man, I go do im each chanz I gan. He sicks me down an creans my teed Wid mabel syrub, tick an’ sweed, An ten he filks my cavakies
Down in Lou´siana where the blac… Lives a voodoo lady named Marie L… She got a black cat tooth and a mo… And anyone wouldn´t leave her alo… She go GREEEEEEEEEEEE...
An oak tree and a rosebush grew, Young and green together, Talking the talk of growing things… Wind and water and weather. And while the rosebush sweetly blo…
Oh, ever since my Masochistic Bab… I got nothin’ to hit but the wal… She loved me when I beat her, But I started actin’ sweeter, And that was no way to treat her a…
Policeman, policeman, Help me please. Someone went and stole my knees. I’d chase him down but I suspect My feet and legs just won’t connec…
They had a Rotten Convention And everyone was there: Hamburger Face and Gruesome Grac… And the Skull with the slimy hair… There was Mr. Mud and the Creepi…
I know you little, I love you lot… my love for you could fill ten pot… fifteen buckets, sixteen cans, three teacups, and four dishpans.
The waitress with the orange hair… I gulp my coffee– burn my mouth– g… I smear a streak of mustard down m… And the guy behind the register ta… And looks at me as if I’ve blown…
Birds are flyin’ south for winter. Here’s the Weird-Bird headin’ nor… Wings a-flappin’, beak a-chatterin… Cold head bobbin’ back 'n’ forth. He says, 'It’s not that I like ic…
I’ve discovered a way to stay frie… There’s really nothing to it. I simply tell you what to do And you do it!!