Crotchety old men reading year-old,
Newspapers and drinking year-old milk,
Suddenly assailed me for some frothy beer;
Jeering I jest that they don't look their best,
Wearing polka dot vests with feathered *******
(Get those naughty thoughts out your noggins)
Speaking of noggin, I was jogging
With a porch light up Johnson's Hill,
And a dog dug a jig from a neon sign,
That had velvet written on it,
From a German gnome,
Born from a dwarf!
What a lucky find!
I'll index it next to the index finger,
But first I'll clean it with Windex.
Sleep? Sle3p? Sl33p?
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC
Crotchety old men reading year-old,
Newspapers and drinking year-old milk,
Suddenly assailed me for some frothy beer;
Jeering I jest that they don't look their best,
Wearing polka dot vests with feathered *******
(Get those naughty thoughts out your noggins)
Speaking of noggin, I was jogging
With a porch light up Johnson's Hill,
And a dog dug a jig from a neon sign,
That had velvet written on it,
From a German gnome,
Born from a dwarf!
What a lucky find!
I'll index it next to the index finger,
But first I'll clean it with Windex.
Sleep? Sle3p? Sl33p?
Written 21 March 2016... guess I was really exhausted writing this, because I have no memory of it. Lol
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