Sick Thoughts
I wondered if owls became depressed
And if they ever cry
Then instead of saying who
They just wondered why
If a man pulls pickles from a jar
At his place of work
Does he become a pickle plucker
Or a gherkin jerk
My marriage lasted forty years
It's been a lot of fun
The reason I'm still living is
My wife don't own a gun
When she calls me honey dew
I really get suspicious
Because it's honey dew the ironing
Or honey dew the dishes
When something needs fixing at my house
I do it right away
Why put off until tomorrow
What you can screw up today
Thanks to genetic research
The future's bright it shows
You'll be able to choose your children's ears
And even pick their nose.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2008
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