I met a man Paris when I was of my head on weed.
He said don’t smoke that Mon Frere a croissants what you need.
Flaky buttery goodness in every single bite. Mon Cherie the pastry crescent is an absolute delight.
It will sustain your hunger but it won’t get you high and you’ll be yellow from the butter by the time you die.
There once was a woodpecker that had a preference for plastic
And believed material rejection was utterly fantastic.
But When pecking a plug he wished it was wood as the shock was fatal and drastic.
There was once a coffee that was “ready to order” but to get it you have to cross the border.
It was a failed attempt for the Mexicans that went and the Americans kept law and order.
There was once as tadpole that turned into a frog
There was once a thug that raised Satan the dog
There was once a meeting where both parties met.
There was once blood all over a pet.
There was once a saying that life’s not fair.
There was once a reader that said.
“This poems so dull why the fuck should I care”
I hope it’s successful,
Third time lucky and all that,
If not I seek solace in my wife and my cat.
Once his stardom had faded, Deans outlook on life was jaded.
Not living the dream he did something obscene and it was the toilet he traded.
Greed is not good but it sure is human,
Beef sure is good but it sure isn’t human.
There once was a pre-op tranny named Brain. Who had the chest hair of a lion.
When they shaved off his main, it drove him insane and he painted his member in cyan.
There was an old lady called Doreen and her whole life she thought was Noreen.
When Noreen turned up and screamed “What the f!c@” she said wash your mouth out with chlorine.