My cat is giving me weird looks
I’m scared, 'cause her claws are like fishhooks
She knows all the wrong I have done
And to her my sheer terror is fun
My cat is giving me weird looks
I’m scared, 'cause her claws are like fishhooks
She knows all the wrong I have done
And to her my sheer terror is fun
I’m starting to clutch at my hymnbooks.
When the moon’s at eclipse in the sky
When the moon’s at eclipse in the sky
And the drear witching hour is nigh
When the moon’s at eclipse in the sky
And the drear witching hour is nigh
The Weird Sisters cackle
When the moon’s at eclipse in the sky
And the drear witching hour is nigh
The Weird Sisters cackle
And eat from a hackle
When the moon’s at eclipse in the sky
And the drear witching hour is nigh
The Weird Sisters cackle
And eat from a hackle
Then climb on their broomsticks and fly
This heat has been killing my roses
This heat has been killing my roses
I’d like to put ice on their toeses.
This heat has been killing my roses
I’d like to put ice on their toeses.
But doing that will
This heat has been killing my roses
I’d like to put ice on their toeses.
But doing that will
A still chill instill
This heat has been killing my roses
I’d like to put ice on their toeses.
But doing that will
A still chill instill
And I’ll be wond’ring where my rose goeses
I have a secret to confess
I have a secret to confess
Regarding the Orient Express
I have a secret to confess
Regarding the Orient Express
That murder, you know?
I have a secret to confess
Regarding the Orient Express
That murder, you know?
Well, I don’t like to crow…
I have a secret to confess
Regarding the Orient Express
That murder, you know?
Well, I don’t like to crow…
. . . But the others all - - well, can’t you guess?
That traffic cone’s in the wrong place
That traffic cone’s in the wrong place
Which explains the pained look on my face
That traffic cone’s in the wrong place
Which explains the pained look on my face
It was right in my lane
That traffic cone’s in the wrong place
Which explains the pained look on my face
It was right in my lane
There on Chestnut and Main
That traffic cone’s in the wrong place
Which explains the pained look on my face
It was right in my lane
There on Chestnut and Main
My proctologist called, just in case.
out of play
I thought i would pass along a link I have found useful: Rhymezone rhyming dictionary
It not only finds rhyming words, but also synonyms if the word you’re considering lacks the right number of syllables.
in play
There’s one thing I won’t do in bed
There’s one thing I won’t do in bed
It’s a phobia, my girlfriend said
There’s one thing I won’t do in bed
It’s a phobia, my girlfriend said
If your Mum’s in the room