Poems From Daph's Doggerel Bag |
Dear Mastercard I know that it's useless to fight your computer who knows it is right when you misspelled my name and I dared to complain, you declared me deceased just for spite. But take notice I'm calling it quits. I've decided Charge Cards are the pits When my new card appears I am taking my shears and cutting your card into bits. |
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Leftover Liver Leftover liver And smell of burnt onions, Lumps in the gravy And shoes that give bunions, Sweaty old socks and the smell of stale beer, Bossy old ladies and old men who leer, Blackflies and sandfleas and mosquito stings Here are a few of my unfavorite things. . |
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Grandma's Advice Your ancestors have run this world for countless generations and when you see the job they've done there's no congratulations So when we hand you down advice the thing to do, I guess is tell us all to stuff it and start your own damn mess . |
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He Brought Me A Bagel |
Tom offered diamonds But I told him to go Dick offered Paris But still I said no. Harry offered love And said, " here's your ring" He showed me a bagel So I said "Come on in" |
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