Can'T Find the Eleven
So here we go my dear, dear friends
I'm back to my jovial ways
Just a minor glitch in the script it seems
Like I've wandered a bit astray
So here we go, are you ready for these
Some sillies for which I'm famed
If you injure yourself falling down on the floor
I absolve myself of any blame
Doctors say carrots improve your eyesight
These guys are a silly bunch of asses
Well ponder this my smarty pants friends
Ever seen rabbits wearing glasses
There you go, didn't I tell you my friends
I'd be back to the jollies in a while
Can't keep this old son-of-a-gun down
I was born to make people smile
Stay tuned, there a whole bunch more coming
Just getting untracked once again
Here's one, “why can't a blond dial 911?”
Coz she can't find the eleven!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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