#AmericanWriters
Oh the changing of the seasons it’… And though I find this balmy weat… There’s the wind come from tomorro… And I’m bound for the changing of… Oh it’s blowin’ in Chicago and it…
Captain Hook must remember Not to scratch his toes. Captain Hook must watch out And never pick his nose. Captain Hook must be gentle
Did you hear bout Stacy brown (no… He had every chick in town (no he… He had looks he had class do anyth… And everyone would shout at him wh… They said everybody got one (every…
Hungry Mungry sat at supper, Took his knife and spoon and fork, Ate a bowl of mushroom soup, ate a… Ate a dozen stewed tomatoes, twent… Fifteen shrimps, nine bakes potato…
“If you’re sloppy, that’s just fin… If you’re moody, I won’t mind. If you’re fat, that’s fine with me… If you’re skinny, let it be. If you’re bossy, that’s alright.
I broke into the bank on Sunday, You should see the money I got. I couldn’t drag it home ‘til Mond… ’Cause it sure weighed an awful lo… Then I sat down to count it,
I’ve got a couple more years on yo… I’ve had more chances to fly and m… And it ain’t that I’m wiser... It’s only that I’ve spent more ti… And I’ve picked up a couple more…
There is a place where the sidewal… And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and… And there the sun burns crimson br… And there the moon-bird rests from…
All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas Layin’ in the sun, Talkin’ 'bout the things They woulda coulda shoulda done... But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
One sister for sale! One sister for sale! One crying and spying young sister… I’m really not kidding, So who’ll start the bidding?
They had a Rotten Convention And everyone was there: Hamburger Face and Gruesome Grac… And the Skull with the slimy hair… There was Mr. Mud and the Creepi…
Agatha Fry, she made a pie And Christopher John helped bake… Christopher John, he mowed the la… And Agatha Fry helped rake it Now, Zachary Zugg took out the ru…
A hippo sandwich is easy to make. All you do is simply take One slice of bread, One slice of cake, Some mayonnaise,
In a pad with no heat, up on Sull… The last of the hipsters lay dyin’… Wearin’ his shades, so like no one… Like whether or not he was cryin’. All the junkies and loners
My skin is kind of sort of brownis… Pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, But I’m told they look orange in… My hair is reddish blondish brown,