reaching into the burning bag o' shite

[Juan Castrocafe]

ten steps too far,

ten steps too late,

pull up the pole and let down

this infernal gate,

twelve steps if they count them

twelve steps they are,

twelves steps a many to go inside the car,

two dogs a humpin

the lion really stinks

and I like a big box of crayons

but someone always eats the pinks...

no, this is not about me,

I doubt it is about you

sometimes I could care less

about the screwdriver,

all I want is the screw...

but well, vodka kills germs

and orange juice, well

it is colorful

wish a had a balloon

wish I could fart

a Gershwin tune...

and sometimes it

is not the monkey,

it was

the

baboon

the dirty fucker

banged my cat

and didn't leave a tip

oh yeah, I don't have a cat

so you take that poodle

and I will take this frog

and let us skip merrily

in the early morning fog,

I believe that chicken

was quite rancid

but oh so well cooked,

hop sing, you bastard,

that green bean surprise...

maybe it was the egg roll

I might surmise....

nothing like food poisoning

nothing like a free trip to gooley

land, just like to be warned

not by some

slight of hand...

no, not me, not just now

but I would like to go

and tip a cow

or a giraffe...

I still have a quarter in my pocket

and no place to spend...

that's it....

the end

[DavidMc]

Have you been munching those 'magic mushrooms' again John?

[Juan Castrocafe]

yes yes

[anirbas]

ggglgggl...you ate sushi again, didn't you, LW? mid-streaming grin a second poeming cracked me up! and so did the picture of the unknown comic afire...is that you or did you find that on the internet? Nir.