Ping-a-Ponga Poses
Ping-a-Ponga Poses
We all want it!
And that's why we go
Ping-a-Ponga Poses
Ping-a-Ponga Poses
And if we all fall down
It will just mean more...
And ain't that just what we want!
We had a city run in our town
Which brought everyone and their aunt down
The idea was to run from one end to the other
You could pay and bring along your kid brother
The notion was new to us
Cause, you know, we always took the bus
They said running will make you healthier
And our sponsored charity wealthier
So we ran and ran and ran
And the day went according to plan
Only thing is we kind of liked it too much
Now all the town folks have taken to running as such
If we want to get from Point A to Point Zee
We run all the way, you see
Our automobiles are now rusting with disuse
The State Transport company is blowing a fuse
But global warming has receded from our town
No longer are our fields dusty and brown
The whole atmosphere is green, fresh and bright
And we're the only ones you can see clearly from a space satellite.
I love adverbs dearly
I toss them about liberally
Why do grammarians hate adverbs so avidly?
How come they miss the Adverbian charm so obviously?
Why insist on 'she said, he said' so fervently?
What's wrong with 'she said angrily and he said cravenly'?
Why even have such discriminatory rules, frankly?
What crime did adverbs commit, honestly?
I've never understood the need for such rules, really.
I don't see why adverbs must be avoided so diligently.
Because, you see, I love adverbs madly
I wish the whole world would use them more lavishly.
We have a ghost in the house
And he can't even scare a mouse
It is SO embarrassing, you know
No spine tingling, ghoulish show
Just a mild and fleeting purple glow
You needn't be so restful, I said
People come from far and afar to see our dead
Can't you try and scare someone out of their head?
I hate being a tourist attraction, he said,
I long for olden, golden days when superstition bred
And fear didnae draw the good folks aboot from their bed
You modern folks sure are crazy
And a lot of you dim and hazy
Well, I've been dead a long time
And you ain't turning that into prime time!!
I'm a ghost with a fine standard
Entertaining nitwits – and mice – ain't making me grander!!
There's a large dark shit stain on the white shag carpet ,
That was deposited there by my very own pet.
I'm supposed to clean it, an idea I already hate,
Getting a new carpet would be much easier, I bet.
The year that was
Was a real gas
Now it's gone
Tomorrow brings a new one
They tell me I ought to reflect
But that view I deflect
Why go over what's over?
I've future plans to mull and cover
Anyway, so the New Year Cometh
Don't Drinketh
Overmuch
Or suffer a hangover as such -
The Hangover That Lasts
Oh, the Agonies of Modern Times!
Photoshopped, Adobe-Illustrated, and Corel-Drawn.
I long for the good old days when people were only
Hanged, Quartered, and Drawn.
