Beware the Wooky Wabble
In the Torple Tapple Tree
He vexonted Carroll Lewis
And he almost blurbled me
Beware the Wooky Wabble
Deceptive in its art
He looks just like a nuknak
But he’s wipple wapple smart
Beware the Wooky Wabble
With his chriomatic forge
He swings a brutesome blade
Lacerating Gordon George
Beware the Wooky Wabble
He sporpled Miss D.H.
She keeps on writing books
But they’re only one page
Beware the Wooky Wabble
He bedeviled Milton John
He behemothed Shelley Percy
Till the raspity of dawn
by Richard W. Bray
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Give yourself a prize
Dancing like scarecrow
Who believes its own lies
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The opposite of health
You’re not into truth
You’re into yourself
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The perfect façade
A rumor of existence
A mountain of sod
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Who would suspect?
You gotta be real
If you wanna connect
by Richard W. Bray
Shooting star across the sky
Oh my God, we’re gonna die
I never want to walk around
There’s a chance I might fall down
Live a life of melodrama
Stay inside and call your mama
If that girl won’t go out with me
I’ll live a life of misery
If I’m not getting perfects marks
I’ll be sleeping in the park
When every hill’s a mountaintop
The agony will never stop
I got a pain inside my head
Pretty soon I will be dead
Every surface must be scoured
I boil my food for several hours
Breathe and think and slow your hurry
You don’t need to feed your worry
by Richard W. Bray
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