
To Make No Waves

To Make No Waves
Clifford’s poop is big and red.
I wish I had a cat instead.
Clifford is a big red dog
I wish he did a smaller log
Clifford’s poop is freshly laid
I think I’ll need a bigger spade.
Truck load in – truck load out.
People do drive by and shout
obscenities from A to Z
so on their cars he takes a pee.
The pee is long, the pee is red
The big red dog may soon be dead
Clifford goes to see the vet
He pees again the vet gets wet
Clifford’s back begins to hump
It’s time for him to take a dump!
So, be careful not to stand to close.
You might just find it’s really gross.
And if you’ve found you stood too near,
It may be too late by the time you’d hear.
There’s not a soul that would think you cool,
all covered in Clifford’s big red stool.
Where do they display the “Birthday – Suggestive” cards?
On the bottom row at kid’s eye level, next to the cute Snoopy and Tweety Bird cards.
“I will strongly reject an artificial timetable (for) withdrawal and/or
Washington politicians trying to tell those who wear the uniform how to do their job,” (Rumsfeld doesn’t count, he knew just what to do)
My fellow Americans,
The last time we won a war on two fronts the whole country was mobilized and each individual citizen had to sacrifice dearly. I don’t want you to suffer like they did. In fact, I want you to go about your business and enjoy the material riches this country has to offer. I want you to look back on these times with fond memories. I want you to again vote Republican so we can continue to enjoy material pleasures. Hell, go get yourself a personal watercraft or an illegal domestic if you like. And tell ‘em, the Commander in Chief sent ya.
God (the one I believe in, that is) Bless America!
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