Category: Quickies

I think the way I’d like to go Is peacefully in my sleep, Like Grandpa did not long ago When the grim one came to reap. To go the way that Grandpa did, I think is best by far; Than to kick and scream like the others Who were passengers in his car.

Did you know my friend Who was a masseuse? You should have met her But then what’s the use? Our friendship ended Just the other day You might say that she Rubbed me the wrong way.

The Bible says to love your neighbors Even if they’re bums. But surely God makes some exceptions If the neighbor’s kid plays drums.

The marriage license fella was nice But he didn’t know a lot. Me and Mary Jo wanted a license But this paper’s all we got. He said it was good for thirty days Which I think’s a little queer. Even the license on my pickup truck Is is good for one whole year.

All I said, “It would be neat If you’d make less noise When you eat.” How was I Supposed to think, That she was plunging Out the sink?