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Jump Then
Ask as I say, well
Stupid is as stupid does, my dear
Yes, and you shouldn’t talk
With your mouth full.
Green light tells you to go.
Who decided that?
And why stop on red?
You see what I mean?
It just goes on and on!
I never! I always do.
Do you think the recipe
Is alive in his left hand?
Do you trust me?
Jump, then, for your life!
What’s It to You
He, he, high dee ho!
Come with me
Don’t drop the soap.
In the cave of evil things,
There’s a list of what to make
For Christmas dinner.
So go to the store,
And buy the trimmings,
And we’ll meet here
In the end.
And we’ll sing loo, loo, loo,
Loo, loo, loo, loo, loo!
Away in a pancake,
A serpent smelled.
What’s it to you, buddy?
I’m drunk. I don’t care.
What’s it to you?
I’m married. I don’t have
An opinion on the matter.
Barnyard Type
Back to the barn!
He screamed, so loudly.
What, were you raised in a barn?
Barn animals don’t close doors.
Barnyards have doors left open.
Barn clothes are dirty.
On second thought,
Are you a cow?
Or a pig?
Or a chicken?
I’m the barnyard type,
Oh, yes, indeedee!
Come oh come
Saintly garb is too legit.
Black carpet
Round the pit.
Comfortably numb,
That’s what I hit.
Come forth, Lazarus!
Hurry, come quick!
See the angels
In the sky.
See the banner
In my Budweiser eye.
Come oh come,
Ye saintly types.
Come home, come home.
Now, let’s not fight.
Toys
Looking up and down
I see what you’re trying to do to me,
This fine winter day,
This day of all days.
This day to give gifts
Is a special day.
This day to eat cookies
And pray, Hey, hey!
Christ comes
On a rocking horse,
Every December
Twenty-fifth!
Don’t ya know?
Christmas Hymn
Fa, la, la, la, la!
Sing a Christmas tune.
Come all ye prayerful,
Come to me ye joyful.
It was a silent night,
Away in a manger.
I cried in my heart,
For just as I am,
Without one plea,
He died for me, a sinner,
He said Come to me.
A Poem
Writing a poem is as easy
As saying please for help
When you’re broken down
With a flat tire
Or your radiator has overheated.
Boy, I could sure use some help right now.
Well, friend, what do you need?
A bottle of water would be just fine, Jim.
Okay, brother, don’t mind if I do.
Let’s work on this together.
To my wife, I say, I love you.
So what’s the trick, Bill?
Just say what you mean,
Or if you’re more daring,
Say what you don’t mean.
Easy as pie!
Joint
The messenger got tangled
Within the message.
The toddler got lost
When he took his first steps.
The game was over
Before it started.
Can you catch
The turkey drippings?
Can you see
The license on the car?
Do you care to dance
This number?
Is my suit slick
Enough for this hip joint?
One Last Stand
Riding fast, I heard the blast
Of a shotgun behind me.
Pull over! They shouted,
But I wouldn’t give in.
I raced the sheriff
To the border, and that’s
Where I made my stand.
I got out some sugar,
Some lemonade mix,
And a jug of water.
I mixed it all together,
One last time.
Thirsty? I asked,
With a broad grin.
Not this time, Cisco.
But I’ll be watching you.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 