The Poem That Makes No Sense Unless You Know me!

As I lay here and wonder each and every dark and lonely night,
What ever

The Name Game

I met a lady in a bar
A lady with a plan
And when I asked her for her name
She said, "Anita Mann."

I said, "I'm

Nonesense?

Utter nonsense!
They say,
For me to feel this way.

To believe in goddesses and gods
And fairies and leprechauns.

Why

GOOD GRIEF

If elephants wore cardboard shoes
And tigers tails were full of holes
If kangaroos could learn the waltz
And monkey

Beware the fuzzy rolligog

That smithers in the myre

(Confuse it not with golliwogs

In fuzzy blue attire)

Beware the rolligogan