(2014)
#BettingFriends #Funny #Short
I covered it in blankets Even gave it a thermometer I called up my doctor To see if he could save my monitor He said he’s no repair man
The special today is over easy twi… With a serving of bunk on the side If you like you can watch the chef… Cause we ain’t got nothin to hide If you need help deciding
It’s time I must go I’ll make this one quick Just flip the page If this one doesn’t stick
If I could invent one thing It would be a bubble blower I’d make myself a bubble friend And really get to know her I’d make myself some bubble boxers
The rains kept a comin It seemed they wouldn’t stop The clouds just kept on pouring Till they squeezed out every drop The lightning pierced the ground
A poem of heart break anger and st… Is a poem created from the dark th… Don’t write of things that only ma… In order to feel better you must w… I do not wish to read of misery an…
They finally caught him Old no neck nick They tried plenty before But he gave them the slip He’s short and he’s quick
Skinny Sarah would eat and eat But all the weight just went to he… They got so big she could only fin… Driving poles in at the farm She’d pick em up and drive em in
Jane and I thought to build a ufo Thered be no limit to where we wou… We’d go beyond where boats would r… We’d escape the chilling winter sn… It would be full of lights to put…
You can hide it in make up But I know it’s still there A face designed Only to scare You can try to distract me
There once was a man Who was known and feared For the frightnening features Of his beard His hair was long
In a corner alone Sat the chair with the teeth Locked away far From anyones reach If you sat down
This is the boat of issues come on hop in here son “I don’t know if theres room to fit” “who’s one here?”
Tomorrow I shall seize the day Tomorrow I’ll go on that run Tomorrow I’ll wake up right on ti… And get the yard work done Tomorrow I’ll finish that book
In the streets lived a musician Who played with no beat he did not even know how to read from a sheet he’d strum his fiddle