I want to see a game show
Where people say on air
Honest things that they believe
And why we ought to care
And then I, with my family,
Will discuss what has been said
And then have a sip of water
Before slipping off to bed.
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The Simple Life
Steve the fish lived in a dish
(A bowl, to be precise).
He shared his private windowsill
With two ex-lab mice.
When the mice stopped eating cheese,
Steve was not perturbed.
When they sprouted fangs and wings
He still was not disturbed.
And when the ex-lab mice escaped
To terrorize the Earth
Steve swam in circles happily
And reminisced about his birth.
And when the Earth went up in flames
And did finally dissappear,
Steve the fish was satisfied
With his one long, happy year.
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