Could it be we have run out of rhymes?
Pray, one more for the sake of old times!
For the ground, it is fertile
Could it be we have run out of rhymes?
Pray, one more for the sake of old times!
For the ground, it is fertile
For a pregnant sea turtle
Could it be we have run out of rhymes?
Pray, one more for the sake of old times!
For the ground, it is fertile,
For a pregnant sea turtle
Has taught-us to explore paradigms.
There was a bewitching young bride,
Brilliant.
There was a bewitching young bride,
On her broomstick she went for a ride.
There was a bewitching young bride,
On her broomstick she went for a ride.
But a sudden wind rush,
There was a bewitching young bride,
On her broomstick she went for a ride.
But a sudden wind rush,
Up her skirt made her blush
There was a bewitching young bride,
On her broomstick she went for a ride.
But a sudden wind rush,
Up her skirt made her blush
Showing parts she’d prefer to hide.
When Shakespeare was hitting the mead
Brilliant
When Shakespeare was hitting the mead
He shouted "There are but three things I need!
When Shakespeare was hitting the mead
He shouted "There are but three things I need!
So, pass me a wench,
When Shakespeare was hitting the mead
He shouted "There are but three things I need!
So, pass me a wench,
Who’s holding a wrench
When Shakespeare was hitting the mead
He shouted “There are but three things I need!
So, pass me a wench,
Who’s holding a wrench.
That’ll tighten my nuts, guaranteed!”
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There was cab driver named Buster,
There was a cab driver named Buster
He picked up a dame and thought “I trust her”
There was a cab driver named Buster
He picked up a dame and thought “I trust her”
But while they drove down the street
There was a cab driver named Buster
He picked up a dame and thought “I trust her”
But while they drove down the street
She “put on the heat”
There was a cab driver named Buster
He picked up a dame and thought “I trust her”
But while they drove down the street
She “put on the heat”
He found no act of sex could disgust her.
I once met a girl from Decatur
I once met a girl from Decatur
I thought it’d be easy to mate her.
I once met a girl from Decatur
I thought it’d be easy to mate her.
Though my manhood was surgin’
I once met a girl from Decatur
I thought it’d be easy to mate her.
Though my manhood was surgin’
Our wants were divergin’
I once met a girl from Decatur
I thought it’d be easy to mate her.
Though my manhood was surgin’
Our wants were divergin’
She said she’d maybe get back to me later.
While sorting through obscure Greek gods