Saturday, July 21, 2018

10,995. OSHKOSH B'GOSH

OSHKOSH B'GOSH
And your mother's a lantern pole
and your father was a fool. Your 
driveway's made of liquid death,
which makes your parking a 
truesome chore too.
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I went out with a nightlight, to prove
my point. Walking quietly to Kenmare
Street, there was nothing around but
two lowly dogs and a parakeet that
kept on tweeting.
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Man, does this world ever shut up?

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