The Me Too movement is really growing.
But is the debauchery movement slowing?
It boils down to a hashtag
he Me Too movement is really growing.
But is the debauchery movement slowing?
It boils down to a hashtag
Makes me feel like a wash rag
The Me Too movement is really growing.
But is the debauchery movement slowing?
It boils down to a hashtag
Makes me feel like a wash rag
As still too many bulges are showing.
I’m the Russian who did the deed
I’m the Russian who did the deed.
My pen marked up every screed.
I’m the Russian who did the deed.
My pen marked up every screed.
According to Trump’s latest tweet
I’m the Russian who did the deed.
My pen marked up every screed.
According to Trump’s latest tweet
The investigation is full of sheet
I’m the Russian who did the deed.
My pen marked up every screed.
According to Trump’s latest tweet
The investigation is full of sheet
Who knows or even cares where this bullsheet will lead?
How I hate the month of February
How I hate the month of February
Just throw me into the estuary
How I hate the month of February
Just throw me into the estuary
Now along comes March
How I hate the month of February
Just throw me into the estuary
Now along comes March
The days aren’t so harsh
How I hate the month of February
Just throw me into the estuary
Now along comes March
The days aren’t so harsh
Three snowstorms this March? That’s scary!
I love the works of old Will Shakespeare
I love the works of old Will Shakespeare
When reputations he seeks t’ smear
I love the works of old Will Shakespeare
When reputations he seeks t’ smear
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"Alas, poor Marlowe, how stinketh his verse,
I love the works of old Will Shakespeare
When reputations he seeks t’ smear.
"Alas, poor Marlowe, how stinketh his verse,
And he taunts the scansion police by composing limericks that are not very terse!
I love the works of old Will Shakespeare
When reputations he seeks t’ smear.
"Alas, poor Marlowe, how stinketh his verse,
And he taunts the scansion police by composing limericks that are not very terse!
So, give me a sonnet or kindly roll out the hearse.”
My toes, my toes, this year I will touch.
My toes, my toes, this year I will touch.
Do you think that is asking too much?
My toes, my toes, this year I will touch.
Do you think that is asking too much?
But my stomach, I fear,
My toes, my toes, this year I will touch.
Do you think that is asking too much?
But my stomach, I fear,
Is so full of beer
My toes, my toes, this year I will touch.
Do you think that is asking too much?
But my stomach, I fear,
Is so full of beer
And in my fists are sour gummy worms and such.
My dog is sniffing some neighbor-dog butt
My dog is sniffing some neighbor-dog butt
Not to complain, but neighbor-dog is a mutt.