He said I was a twit I got in a snit So I called him a lack wit He called me a two bit I replied he was a wanna be Brit
Can I compare thee to a summer’s… No? All right. I’ll compare thee to a pickle inst… Thou art a fickle pickle
Cry me an ocean, My man lacks devotion, To me, to me. But on Sundays, He practices the holy act of devot…
Liver spots Are polka dots That old peoples gots
Max licked his shadow on the wall. It wasn’t tasty after all. Maybe, with a pinch of salt, It would be tastier than his rubbe…
Corky Caroo was raised by pink k… The pinkest of all was a roo named… Big Sooz raised Corky in her warm… But when he turned twenty, she mad…
I’m a grumpy, frumpy, dumpy mom. If that’s me with just the one, What would I be like with two? A humpty dumpty crazy shrew?
