The Puns Just Keep Coming
Here'a giggle are you ready for this
Better sit down I'd say
Why do psychics ask you your name
Maybe it's a game they play
Gotta tell ya, gonna live forever
But still got a ways to go
I'm certainly not worried, no not me
Feel good right down to my toes
Hardness of butter is really proportional
Directly to how soft the bread is
But with toast you have a fighting chance
Will be testing you later in a quiz
What if you get scared half to death twice
Gonna leave that one alone
If there's a will, there's about 500 relatives
All wanting a share of their own
Death is most definitely a hereditary thing
How many still have parents living
See I just told you its just a matter of time
Might be joining 'em by Thanksgiving
A dear friend of mine is so optimistic
Bought a burial suit with 2 pairs of pants
Until we know exactly where we're going
Why should we take the chance
You laugh because I'm a little bit different
I laugh coz I just let one go
One of my better ones I gotta tell ya
A joyous expulsion to behold
© Jack Ellison 2013
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