In a Word, Please
Before you commence
Your yakking, condense
The words you dispense.
Don't make your two cents
A verbal offense,
A spiel that's immense
And terribly dense
With wordy nonsense.
What if the Tulip?
What if the tulip had just one?
And what if that one lip was fat?
Why did that tulip come undone?
What if the tulip had just one
Because the other weighed a ton
And fell off one day, then went splat?
What if the tulip had just one?
And what if that one lip was fat?
Cogito too much
I wonder if Descartes's a sham,
Less thoughtful than he's thought to be.
He says he thinks, therefore he am.
I wonder if Descartes's a sham,
Why not, "I am, ergo I'm Sam."?
It's all a Frenchman's fantasy.
I wonder if Descartes's a sham,
Less thoughtful than he's thought to be.
At the Bar
Edna, the floozy,
Was feeling bluesy
And getting boozy
And somewhat woozy.
This guy, a doozy,
Did not look choosey.
She wondered, "Who's he?"
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