And if you ever reconsider
you will get no chicken dinner
And if there is a place in time
you will not find not foot nor rhyme
And do come now I won't be long
for I am late to ring my gong
And don't you waste your good knish
or I will cut you like a snitch
So write your books and read your poem
oh that is Bob I hardly know 'em
5 comments:
That mustard would end up on my shirt. You can always tell when I've eaten mustard.
Fried on Knish.
Gosh, ND, if you're still around, what stopped you from stating the next logical conclusion over at Lem's and noting that not only was Trooper up in the morning, he was also probably pooping? That and singing with Annie about tomorrow.
Annie and poop go together. In fact mentioning Annie and Poop is kind of redundant doncha think?
The whole thing went together!
What's left to say but "Dude!"?
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