They Call Themselves the Blues Brothers
They call themselves the Blues Brothers
This does not sound bad said GeeWilliger’s mothers
He had two, a regular one and a step.
They liked the idea of two dogs with pep.
The Blues Brothers came in wearing shades and strumming.
One began on the bongos, it was rather loud drumming.
“hit it!” yelled one, and they began a wild boogie with blues.
I was so excited then that I kicked off my shoes.
They were every bit as good as the other Blues Brothers.
Which other ones? Asked GeeWilliger’s mothers.
He rolled his eyes and gave me a pleading look right then.
I was now dancing and frolicking, these dogs were a win!
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