I’m too old and tired
To stay up 'til three-thirty.
Time to hit the hay!
Time to hit the hay!
Let’s go for a roll in it,
Let’s go scratch an itch.
Let’s go scratch an itch!
Hike up your shirt and dig it
Until it bleeds red.
Until it bleeds red
And kills Celine Dion dead.
My heart will go on.
My heart will go on
Until Celine Dion’s corpse
Is laid at my feet.
“Is” laid at my feet;
“Are” castrated, “Be” cut down;
Grammar am real dead!
Grammar am real dead
Not here on the Dope, no way
Spelling counts, as well
Spelling counts, as well
But what the fuck is the point?
deaht to gud speling!
deaht to guf speling!
And deaht to Torry Speling!
On my Deathpool list.
Deaht to gud speling?
Try to Dope-post misspellings
And you’ll be jumped on
Annie! Ninja’d me again…
In play:
On my Deathpool List
Some infamous co-workers
I’m damned glad she is gone!
On my Deathpool list … And you’ll be jumped on
I haven’t had a hit this year…If your blackjack hand is weak
So somebody hit me… So somebody hit me
I’m damned glad she is gone!
Bad spelling in Haiku good.
Bad counting not good.*
*The first line should have read “I’m damned glad she’s gone!”
Bad counting not good
Said my Sensei, Miyagi
Yeah… wax on, wax off
Yeah… wax on, wax off,
Clap on, clap off, The Clapper!
So… Klingon, Klingoff.
So… Klingon, Klingoff
Remember L. Klinghoffer?
Achille Lauro
Achille Lauro ?
Nope, I’ve never heard of him
Oh, it was a ship?
Oh, it was a ship?
I heard of the Wreck of the
Edmund Fitzgerald.
Edmund Fitzgerald?
No, Khayyam’s Rubaiyat:
Edward Fitzgerald.
Edward Fitzgerald
Hey, that name’s got a rhyming
It’s got a jingle
It’s got a jingle
And his name is my name too
John Jacob Heimer.