Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
Don't eat it, keep it alive,
It could be yu mate, an not on your plate
Say, Yo! Turkey I'm on your side.
I got lots of friends who are turkeys
An all of dem fear christmas time,
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
as long as you don't hurt anyone,
to the best of your definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.
We believe in sex before during
and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
How funny you are today New York
like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime
and St. Bridget's steeple leaning a little to the left
here I have just jumped out of a bed full of V-days
(I got tired of D-days) and blue you there still
accepts me foolish and free
all I want is a room up there
and you in it
and even the traffic halt so thick is a way
The tires on my bike are flat.
The sky is grouchy gray.
At least it sure feels like that
Since Hanna moved away.
Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes.
December's come to stay.
They've taken back the Mays and Junes
Since Hanna moved away.
Many years of laughs
and fun. His "Golden years"
are never done.
He hops around and
fools old Elmer.
He is quite the amazing
His "What's Up Doc?"
picnic on a hill
swept by summer's breeze
birds float by with ease
joy among the blooms
old fashioned perfumes
gold in our hair
soft bluebell skies
and whim's surprise
Sometimes she was mad, and when she was, she frowned,
Then she would pout, stamping both feet upon the ground.
Frogs would start croaking, and the cats would run around,
As close by passed a colorful parade, of princesses crowned!
Into tall, wild green grasses, the big bunnies would bound,
While laughter would pause, on the giddy merry-go-round.
Dogs would start barking, and sad bluebird would fly down,
Crooning its beautiful song, until her smile again she found!
A field frolic,
in colors of sunshine.
sitting on a chair
waiting for love to return
when the school bells ring
the birds are singing
but purple teddy is blue
the young days of spring
the clock keeps ticking
as saffron day grows older
Every time I do a smell
I think it's cool, somehow just swell,
I turn around and look to see
If they caught on it was me.
I cast a frown and act confused
For all to know I'm quite bemused,
I quickly learned this is the key
To then bleat out...it wasn't me!
I feign a gaze of sad and hurt