As loud as deaf people screaming
And mute people speaking their minds
In a concert hall ‘fore the music begins
While the mimes work their daily grinds.
And there I stand in the front of it
With a microphone in my hand.
I thought my jokes had been funny.
That’s the last time up-that-I-stand.
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Fishing:
Many of us have done it.
Wishing:
That we would catch something.
Hishing:
Like a snake when we didn’t.
Fishing:
I’ve come up with the solution.
Fishing:
We use bait fish like to eat.
Swishing:
Through the water before them.
Dishing:
Out food, but that’s not what fish want.
Fishing:
I’ve got a solution.
Fishing needs a bait that is better,
Fishing needs bait that will make fish get wetter
And want, with their young lustful fishy young hearts.
It’s a bait for the masters, and it comes from my heart:
Master bait!
Quality in the palm of your hand!
Master bait!
When you’re bored go to the lake and
Master Bait!
You can do it in the light and the dark
And in terms of baseball
You can whack it out of the park!
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