The English marched on Agincourt
With hoards of longbowmen
To fight the army of the French.
They were terribly surprised when
They loosed a thousand arrows
And those chic Parisian dorks
Brought out the champagne bottles
And fired back with corks.
The English marched on Agincourt
With hoards of longbowmen
To fight the army of the French.
They were terribly surprised when
They loosed a thousand arrows
And those chic Parisian dorks
Brought out the champagne bottles
And fired back with corks.
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Triumph over evil
Victory in battle
A wife and seven children
Some land to herd my cattle
A fancy leather cowboy hat
A closet full of guns
A quiet place to rest my head
And lots of silly puns.
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Horror movies are just Groundhog Day
But it’s Halloween instead.
Now with that insight passed on
I’m going to go to bed.
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If wishes were horses
What would you do?
Probably get trampled
But never run out of glue.
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I wish I had a yttrium-plated snow globe.
A yttrium-plated globe would make me smile
Because I’d have something no billionaire has
At least for a brief and satisfying while.
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Little Dracula was a fool.
Little Dracula didn’t go to school.
His one weakness he could not surmount:
Little Dracula could not count.
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Sunday evening ends.
Glitch in time. It’s Saturday.
Yay, quantum physics!
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I’m a dwagon, big and stwong.
I bweathe fiwe all night long.
I can cwush you in the blink of an eye
But no one’s come to slay me. Why?
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This year for halloween
I want to be a political elite
By staying out of the public eye
And putting a roundabout on your street.
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We’ve entered the month
Where people dress up
And act like they’re German
And fill a big cup
With beer, eat a pretzel,
And fry up a brat.
Tonight you like polka:
Tomorrow, you’ll not.
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