There once were two old white men you see,
Mr. President is who they wanted to be.
But they were both so old,
their brains had turned to mold,
and they couldn't remember for what country.
So when they started their election campaign,
We could see that they only had half a brain.
Before we reached the booth,
while searching for the truth,
we found that both men were exactly the same.
So now we are left scratching our heads you know,
trying to decide which one of them should go.
Makes no difference to me,
as to which it will be,
I guess it's eenie, meenie, minie or moe.
Categories:
minie, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
"How do I know who I can trust?"
Said Eve to the garden snake
"You can trust me", the serpent replied
As his forked tongue began to shake
"I'll be your friend and you'll be mine,
And Adam doesn't even have to know"
"Just take one bite, it'll be alright,
And you can tell him I told you so"
Well a worm came out of that apple
Before Eve ever got it to her lips
He said, "What are you doing?, run away,
Don't listen to the snake's evil tips"
Eve was confused by the snake and the worm
And didn't know what to do
So she said, "Eeanie, meni, minie, moe,
I think I'm gonna pick you"
Now we all know who she chose that day
Not the worm, but the serpent instead
She had some protein with her forbidden fruit
When she bit off that poor worms head
Categories:
minie, funnyeve,
Form: Rhyme