Word Play Ii

Heah buddy, can you spare a rhyme, a dime, the time to care (how rare) if truth be known or to tell a lie about washing ton's cherry cut down into sticks to build a house on the prairie where Georgie kisses all the girls who never just say no. Heah buddy, lets go up a lazy river with the sounds of outboard motors as everyones oar is already three sheets into some zephyr and I oughter stop this nonsensical play with alphabets' soup but such fun in a pun or cliche or, perhaps, its whimsy ... nah, too flimsy a word to disturb your senses. And, two cents is about all this is worth, hey buddy?