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In most of my verse, my simple aim
is just sorta to enter tame.
Then, once inside ~
go completely hog wild ~
showing no reserve,
showing absolutely no shame.

"What do you think of my pup?",
I asked a cop as he was writing me up.
"Nice, from what I can see,
but you shouldn't have let him pee,
in this poor guy's donation cup."

In my mind, I've made love to many a frau.
As a matter of fact, I'm making love to one now.
And as she’s sitting at the bar grinning,
she has no idea of her part in my sinning.
But if she did, she might just say, "Oh, wow!" 

People who can't afford the basics that they need
are among the most hopeless people in the world, indeed.
So please! Give them a hand…
(Sound of people clapping)

I once knew this guy named Lou Lenard,
who was not only a great butcher, but also a great bard.
Whenever he slit open a sow ~
I can still hear it now ~ him singing,
"Mine eyes have seen the coming of the gory of the lard."

Over the years, my eyes have deteriorated plenty.
It’s been a long time since they were twenty-twenty.
Tonight, when my wife took off her bra,
instead of two boobies, what I actually saw
was two boobies too many. 

She said, “Why are you in such a deep funk?
You used to be such a fun-loving hunk.
But now when I grab hold of your rudder,
all your engine does is go sputter, sputter, sputter,
and then stalls out with a clattery clunk-a-dee-clunk.

There once was a rich woman from Montreal,
who decided to throw a big Halloween ball
at a kid in the street
with no shoes on his feet
who didn't even know how to dance at all.

When I read your resume,
I didn't know what to say.
You'd listed your mother
as your significant other,
and requested every day off
in lieu of benefits and pay.

Whenever I feel sick, the best ointment
is to make an immediate doctor's appointment.
because from that moment on,
all the symptoms will be gone,
which, for a hypochondriac like me, is a real disappointment.

I presume you're the lady of the house?
May I ask you to please put on a blouse?
I'm here to inquire
about a call that came in about smoke but no fire.
Did that call come from you ~ or was it perhaps from your partner  ~ or spouse?

Mini asked Mickey,
“How can you love me, if you don't even have a dicky?”
Mickey answered, "Mini, my gal,
love you dearly, I shall,
and you can go to Goofy if you ever need a quicky.”

That yellow line in the middle of the road,
turned out to be the end of the line for what appears to be a rather big toad.
The toad probably had no idea when it was hopping,
that that 5-ton semi-truck had zero intention of stopping,
till perhaps a few seconds before it was destined to explode.

My favorite mode of transportation
is to walk to the Brussels train station,
buy some gum, get on a train,
then ride all the way from Belgium to Spain,
just because I like that chew-choo sensation.

I said to her lawyer,
“No, I'm not a voyeur!
Her blinds were completely up,
so I could clearly see that her pup
was licking her in foyer.” 

You should never serve watermelon
to any convicted felon,
because they might take the seeds of the fruit
and aim it at the guards and shoot,
and as to the consequences of that, there just ain't no tellin'.

"I'm outta here, see ya later,"
yelled the sink at the refrigerator,
and the screaming microwave did follow,
as did the shrieking stove, flying out through a hollow,
torn open by a twister gutting a kitchen in Decatur.  

During the Jurassic period, every once and a while,
you coulda seen a sated group of dinosaurs smile.
But that usually happened only
after they'd been munching on something fleshy and bony
and had been lying around picking their teeth for a while.

No, I can’t say I ever knew
the one who flew over the cuckoo’s nest, did you?
And it's probably all for the best,
cuz, if we'd known him before his arrest,
he might've gotten us to fly over the cuckoo’s nest, too.

Sometimes a poem turns on the absurd,
like that one there, with that pink elephant
flying on the back of that lime-green bird.
It's like a scene painted by Marc Chagall
who, as we know, was the grandmaster of all
who pictured things that never actually occurred.

Tweedledee and Tweedledum ~ 
two, cool cats from the town I'm from.
One went into business, the other into law ~
two, fine fellows, highly thought of by my ma,
who's still peeved I followed in the footsteps of my pa.

Oh, you think I'm not serious?
Yes, I find that hilarious!
Have you read my work front to back?
And you still persist in this attack?
They used to send guys like you to Siberious!

Oh, grab me by my face,
and guide it down onto your white, frilly lace.
Let me see the whole of your bottom,
oh, Hillary Clinton Rodham,
and tell me about every potentate
who’s come to visit this sacred place.

On the night that we fell in love,
you said, “Let’s go outside and count the stars above.”
And after you’d counted twenty,
you said, "Okay, that's probably plenty,"
and I said, "Are you kidding! That's hardly any ~ sort of!"

The survey asked me to rate you from one to ten.
But ~ I forgot ~ what am I rating you for again?
For the way you tried to fix
my broken fiddlesticks?
But they’re not fixed! They still only work every now and then.

I asked her, "Why you so stingy with your kisses?"
She said, "That's the prerogative of any Miss or Mrs.
If a girl don't wanna kiss,
that's just the way it is."
I said, “It's bunk, that's what that is.”

When I walked in on a friend I'd never seen naked before,
she smiled slyly and asked, "How do you like the decor?"
I said, "I do like the hills,
and your Grand Canyon instills
a euphoria I haven't felt since of yore.”

After you made me take off all of my clothes,
and examined me from my head to my toes,
I saw you ponder, and I heard you conclude,
that I probably looked best ~ semi-nude.
Nope! I don't think your saying this is in any way rude.

Every idiot knows that Transylvania
is located in the country of Romania!
So why did you say,
live on Jeopardy yesterday,
"Mr Trebek, 'What is Albania?'"

He never thought ~ therefore, he would never be
according to René Descartes' philosophy.
He was a complete nonbeing,
never hearing, never seeing,
Kinda like most of the rest of humanity.

When you stood on the street à la Marilyn Monroe,
I'm sure your boyfriend will be glad to know,
that no one saw your panty -
cuz you weren't wearing any -
as, with a feigned embarrassment, you sang out - "Hwhoa!"

There was great joy in the chicken cage.
The old hen had been removed because of her age.
And now all of us spring chickens
could again romp around like the dickens,
without having to watch that old bag continually fly into an impetuous rage.

My parents had way too many kids.
They should've stopped just before me.
Then, I could've experienced
what it feels like not to be.

In God we trust
that he'll turn our enemies to dust.
And to those we oppose,
he'll rip off their nose
and their skulls he'll bust.
And when he’s through,
with me and you,
he’ll do the boogie-woo.
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