Dear sir who's name sounds like something from Dr. Seuss
I hope that your car gets stepped on by a moose
Why don't you get a paper cut, then bathe in lemon juice
I hope you loose your wallet
And your identity is stolen
Maybe drop a ball on your foot next time you go bowling
Go get bit by a billion Mosquitos
Get the bites between your toes
Go step on your daughters Legos, and if they have none, go to the store!
A home without Legos is a bore
Respectfully, Sir, Go take teaching classes
You can't just let us loose in the gym
And be on your computer, I know what **** sites you're in
And please remember when fitness testing comes again
You can't expect a girl that got eight to get more than a ten

The tremors of the heart
Can be mended

But slowly, slowly, slowly

Would you care to be laden by the fire?
O, someday, someday, someway

Will you dare ever waken to a song?
Sat song, a sitting song, that you wont need to don’t get up

Far be it from me Mr. Snead
To level off on the misty foutenou

Winding down a path of fortune heading south on
Bare breast street, looking for but longing more

Under-bred sister with her family get-togethers
Passing the
Potato famine remembered story

On the rhinebek [Rheinbach] mountain top
Swig after swig
Dwarfing all that come after
Our being here

Let that be the lesser

I can't **** Leeds. I can't feed a worm-eaten Sam Snead. I can't un-
bleed nobody, no tickee/no fuckee, shocked, ½-cocked, *** pocked.