The man in the park
named the squirrel Bob.
What a sad name
for a slob.
Maybe a baby
Maybe a mom
I give up.
Nothing rhymes with mom.
A man stuck his tongue out at me
from his car window.
I think it is plenty time
for him to go.
I'll take a boat to England,
maybe a plane.
Either way, the poets say,
it all ends up the same.
(with regards to some song I heard one time)
I lost myself a year ago,
I knew not where I went;
I since have learned
I had returned,
my money all been spent.
"I know," you said,
but do you really?
It doesn't seem to
be the same as you though.
Yeah, little do you wot.
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