#AmericanWriters
Tell me I’m clever, Tell me I’m kind, Tell me I’m talented, Tell me I’m cute, Tell me I’m sensitive,
“If you’re sloppy, that’s just fin… If you’re moody, I won’t mind. If you’re fat, that’s fine with me… If you’re skinny, let it be. If you’re bossy, that’s alright.
A hippo sandwich is easy to make. All you do is simply take One slice of bread, One slice of cake, Some mayonnaise,
Come on, baby, grease your lips, Put on your hat, and shake your hi… And don’t forget to bring your s… We’re goin’ to the Freakers B… Shake your mojo, bang your gong,
Once there was a tree.... and she loved a little boy. And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out! She’d scour the pots and scrape th… Candy the yams and spice the hams, And though her daddy would scream…
So you heard there was a spark of… You come back to kill it like you… You found it weak and tremblin’ ha… And you kicked it choke it stepped… Kick it again it’s still breathing
There’s a polar bear In our Frigidaire– He likes it 'cause it’s cold in th… With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish
If we meet and I say, ‘Hi,’ That’s a salutation. If you ask me how I feel, That’s a consideration. If we stop and talk a while,
Oh a little bitty termite you know… Well he walked right in sat right… You know he chewed out the walls a… But he kept gettin’ thinner and he… He said it’s plastic yeah he said…
I broke into the bank on Sunday, You should see the money I got. I couldn’t drag it home ‘til Mond… ’Cause it sure weighed an awful lo… Then I sat down to count it,
I’m the Dragon of Grindly Grun, I breathe fire as hot as the sun. When a knight comes to fight I just toast him on sight, Like a hot crispy cinnamon bun.
Haha I kissed Polly goodnight hah… Now she’s quite a proper lady so… But haha I was feeling oh so groo… And I sat down and guess just wha… I saw Polly in a porny down at th…
If you want to marry me, here’s wh… You must learn how to make a perfe… And you must sew my holey socks, And soothe my troubled mind, And develop the knack for scratchi…
No one’s hangin’ stockin’s up, No one’s bakin’ pie, No one’s lookin’ up to see A new star in the sky. No one’s talkin’ brotherhood,