Eyes glib from tree and nominous tree
Go barking with intent.
To foe itself in one-two-three
And leaphing as it went.
In black from shadow nail to nut
Bad rifle cock in hand.
Dick’s Turbin angry as a foot
Suspecting cross the land.
In ukulele’s uniform
A unicycle too.
Bi-dykles round the Matterhorn
With mouldy Irish Stu.
From vileduct out to craggy glen
Fat Andy takes his bird.
And crapping ever by hissen
A trumping sound is heard.
Gruff rozzers with their monty hunt
Watch ever closetful look.
And seeching on a Quakers front
Play handclap with a hook.
Through curlfew bends and spiteful leads
Half etched upon their heads
Mock heed within their harristweeds
Whilst plotting from a shed.
Go bootle up your bottlenose
You onion bread – you scab!
There’s nothing like a good repose
Two inches at a stab.
And if, in some unlucky pose
A match should strike its head.
We’ll light a Camel by its toes
And hump it on some bread.
Categories:
handclap, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
as a mother
we go through so much pain
as a lover
these men drive us insane
as ladies we represent
di-va-ness
as career women
we endure lots of stress
just in case you didn't know
You deserve a handclap
I say bravo!!!
as a taxi driver,
we are our own g-p-s
as a baby momma
putting up with baby daddy's mess
as a provider
we are heroes
making the lute, cash, pesos and dineros
as a nurse we provide great bedside care
as a friend, we are faithful
and will always be there
all this in one day wake up and do more
we deserve a standing ovation
Encore!!! Encore!!!!
Categories:
handclap, mother,
Form: Bio