My Bonnie has tuberculosis

My Bonnie has only one lung
She spits up a bloody solution
And sometimes she chews it like gum.

Just felt I had to share :cool:

Keith wonders about shiques mental health…

Well, MY Bonnie kissed the tender brown-eyed cow, (who gives us milk and cheese). Now she lies in the hospital, with hoof-and-mouth disease.

The way dad taught it to me:

My Bonnie has tuberculosis
My Bonny has only one lung
By Bonnie can cough up a goober
And twirl it around on her tongue

And again, without the typos.

My Bonnie has tuberculosis
My Bonnie has only one lung
My Bonnie can cough up a goober
And twirl it around on her tongue

My Bonnie looked into the gas tank
The height of its contents to see
She lighted a match to assist her
Oh bring back my Bonnie to me.

Flashback to my medical microbiology class, in which we learned that the texture of the tubercles is technically referred to as “cheese-like.” Good night, everyone!

Well my Betty has Leprosy.
And is Bonnies match in every way!
She can cough up her lung upon demand
And had she still fingers, would twirl away.

My Bonnie has tuberculosis
My Bonnie has only one lung
My Bonnie coughs up great-green oysters
And twirl them around on her tongue

Bring up, bring up, bring up them oysters for me, for me!
Bring up, bring up, bring up them oysters for me!
DarkRabbit

My Bonnie, she twitches and shivers
Her nose, it perpetually runs
Her allergies cause her to quiver
And pimples erupt on her bum!

Sneeze, blow! sneeze, blow!
There’s little of Bonnie to see, to see!
Sneeze, blow! sneeze, blow!
She’s hidden behind her hankie!

(zoogirl stands up, takes a big bow, and falls over, sound asleep!)

Told ya I was a poet!!! :smiley:

Thanks. It’s not like I was gonna try and eat this cup of strawberry yogurt or anything…

ew, ew, ew, ewww, ewwww,ew,ew,ew,ew,eeeeeeew, ewwww, eeeeeewwww, ew,ew, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!
that said, i haven’t laughed so hard in YEARS! :smiley:

I am so, so sorry for this:

My Bonnie has tugerculosis
My Bonnie has only 1 lung,
She spits up that bloody corruption
And rolls it around on her tongue.
Zette

“My Bonnie has syphilis chancres.
There’s sores from her knees to her eyes.
Her ass is all crusty and festered,
And oozing pus drips from her thighs.”

Ah, yes. Good ol’ Army marching songs.