Lovely bowl of fuchsia punch
On a granite countertop
Beside a vibrant floral bunch
And someone’s shouting “stop”
As my purebred chocolate lab
Puts Olympians to shame
And crash! They’re calling me a cab
And saying I’m to blame…
Lovely bowl of fuchsia punch
On a granite countertop
Beside a vibrant floral bunch
And someone’s shouting “stop”
As my purebred chocolate lab
Puts Olympians to shame
And crash! They’re calling me a cab
And saying I’m to blame…
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Two 18-wheelers,
Thirteen sedans,
Four snow-white horses,
And a biker named Hans:
That was the death toll
Today in Orange Grove
When I noticed a spider
On my leg as I drove.
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When you slip on a banana
While you wish upon a star.
When you’re whistling Santana
And someone steals your car.
When you order Cappuccino
But you’re served Americano.
When your spelunk with Al Pacino
And you get covered in guano.
Whenever great things happen
Followed by a social gaffe…
Sure, that stuff is funny
But you don’t have to laugh!
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Tiny white flakes
Fall past my window
Onto the sidewalk,
Each one unique,
Their lives so short.
Those kids got what they deserved
For early morning bed-jumping
With the window open.
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Dark banana peel
Right beside the “wet floor” sign:
People watching spot.