Some dummy built this pencil wrong,
The eraser's down here where the point belongs,
God says to me with a kind of smile,
"Hey how would you like to be God awhile
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
A trick that everyone abhors In little girls is slamming doors.
The artichoke
With a tender heart
Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless
Christmas dinner's dark and blue
Man Naturally loves delay, And to procrastinate;
My old mule, He's gota grin on his face.
"Who stuffed that white owl?" No one spoke in the shop,
The barber was busy, and he couldn't stop;
My sleeping children are still flying dreams
in their goose-down he
'But that was nothing to what things came out From the sea-caves of Criccieth yonder.'
'Twas the dingo pup to his dam that said,
"It's time I worked for my daily bread.
I play it cool I dig all jive
Through every nook and every cranny
The wind blew in on poor old Granny
I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
Master, this is Thy Servant. He is rising eight weeks old.
He is mainly Head and Tummy. His legs are uncontrolled.
GIUSEPPE, da barber, ees greata for "mash,"
He gotta da bigga, da blacka mustache,
Someone ate the baby.
It's rather sad to say.
I am writing these poems
From inside a lion,
I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
The Gecko lying on his stone
Is always very much alone,
You cain't never tell
How far a frog will jump,
It occurred on the evening before Waterloo
and troops were lined up on Parade,
Show me the boy who never threw
A stone at someone's cat;
DEY had a gread big pahty down to Tom's de othah night;
Was I dah? You bet! I neveh in my life see sich a sight;
O, laugh, laughers!
O, laugh out, laughers!
And Something white and wavy
Was standing near me in the gloom
My name is Johnson--
Madam Alberta K.
The census man,
The day he came round,
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