Back in the day there was a man.
He had a dingle that would dangle.
But when he saw that woman again
His dingle took to an angle.
So they got together,
found some fair weather
and with a few tools in hand
they developed our planet land.
In years of smiles and tears
times of tears and fears
the kids slid in
again and again and again.
Life was good,
maybe a little rough around the edges,
but things went as they should
between the tranches and their hedges.
Along came a spider and sat down beside him
said snip your dingle; let it dangle on her now.
So everything changed but we didn’t know how
until anyway and the next thing you know
all hell’s brakin’ loose.
Some whackos went and robbed Lady Liberty of her virtuosity
while Willie stood with his dingle slitted as JoAnne stared. . . dangling in dismay
Who’da thunk it? You can’t make this stuff up.
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