#AmericanWriters
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, I’m being eaten By a boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, I’m being eaten by a boa constrict…
Only ate one drumstick At the picnic dance this summer, Just one little drumstick— They say I couldn’t be dumber. One tough and skinny drumstick,
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…
In the Grandville greyhound stati… Sittin’ on my suitcase goin’ quiet… All about you and then no feelin’… Uh every man in Grandville says h… Burn your ears if you could hear t…
Thanksgiving dinner’s sad and than… Christmas dinner’s dark and blue When you stop and try to see it From the turkey’s point of view. Sunday dinner isn’t sunny
Eat a tomato and you’ll turn red (I don’t think that’s really so); Eat a carrot and you’ll turn orang… (Still and all, you never know); Eat some spinach and you’ll turn g…
Every time I’ve raced my shadow When the sun was at my back, It always ran ahead of me, Always got the best of me. But every time I’ve raced my shad…
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’…
In a pad with no heat, up on Sull… The last of the hipsters lay dyin’… Wearin’ his shades, so like no one… Like whether or not he was cryin’. All the junkies and loners
She had the jitters She had the flu She showed up late She missed her cue She kicked the director
They said come skating; They said it’s so nice. They said come skating; I’d done it twice. They said come skating;
No I do not want a kitten, No cute, cuddly kitty-poo, No more long hair in my cornflakes… No more midnight meowing mews, No more scratchin’, snarlin’, spit…
Someone put their baby brother Under this basket—— The question is exactly why, But I’m not going to ask it. But someone, I ain’t sayin’ who,
I tried on the farmer’s hat, Didn’t fit’¦ A little too small - just a bit Too floppy. Couldn’t get used to it,