And now you all know
my deepest darkest secret:
I married a goat!
I married a goat!
Then we had a bunch of kids!
All’s well that ends well.
All’s well that ends well
in this midsummer nightmare.
Pray that this dream ends.
Pray that this dream ends,
and I’m pretty sure it will.
That’s just what dreams do.
That’s just what dreams do -
searching for a bathroom when
you just have to pee.
You just have to pee
But it’s dark and your glasses
Just fell to the floor.
Just fell to the floor,
but don’t worry, I’m OK.
How I hate Mondays!
How I hate Mondays:
Is something I have not said
Since first self-employed.
Since first self-employed,
I have earned ten million bucks;
maybe a bit less.
Maybe a bit less
than perfect, am I. Also,
I’m very modest.
I’m very modest
If I do say so myself
(Nobody else will)
Nobody else will
write the perfect haiku, but
I’ll certainly try
I’ll certainly try
A little tenderness, as
Otis suggested
Otis suggested
Naming a town Otisburg
Luthor hated it
Luthor hated it
when Superman thwarted his
plan to rule the world.
Plan to rule the world?
You’ll need some gullible oafs.
Won’t be hard to find.
Won’t be hard to find
the right words for a haiku;
we’ve done it before.
We’ve done it before
and we will do it again.
Where’s my Viagra?
Where’s my Viagra?
I may have left it in my
'52 Woody
'52 Woody
Is big enough to hold the
Beach Boys and surfboards