I
had just heard that Dennis The Menace died.
Well, I am named Dennis and I am a lot worse of a Menace. Look at my name. Spell it backwards. Are you saying I am ‘Sinned’? Well, one of my Menaces is that I claim to be
Alive. That is such a Lie coming from
Me! By the way, do you want donuts? You got to give me your dough, and if you do
you sure are nuts.
So
come on now! Don’t be that ghost in the
movie you love most. You act like
Gargantuan. You just eat up the host.
I’d say you can devour all in Monterey.
You will crunch them like toast.
But the ghosts of your neighs would only go Boooo.
So
now, do you have peace of mind? Or was
your pizza mined? To me, this sci fi
sure defies. And that judge can’t see,
no Law being done. Yes, that’s why we
are told, to carry a gun. Well, all our
guns keep going in and out. I wish they were off and off. But your guns keep going off and off. I feel like I’ll shout, “Let’s shoot them
right out!”
You Stobor sure are Useless. Quit your AI Aiming. It is so Alarming. I didn’t get to sleep the night and your
Alarm is going off already. How am I
going to get to be a Knight if I can’t sleep?
You Ounces sure Ouches as they Once
Said in Oz.
That hero of yours sure is a
Digit. Good Old DJT sure is the Middle
Digit. He sure thinks he is a Don Juan Trump.
He just Trumpets that he is a John, and he sure smells like it. Any thing he does, I sure don’t dig it.
My Consultant is the Resultant of
your Insultant. And that is an
Insultamania. There sure is Many of
Yous. So, Meanie, that it is Over Use of
my Abuse. I guess the outcome is Let’s Get Fistual. According and Recording and Accordioning to
the Verses in ‘Let’s Get Physics Al.’
Which that is Versus ‘Let’s Get Fist Kicks, AI.’ And you sure are a
Witch. You think you are Psycho Logical
but you are more Psychic Loco and you are all over on your Bicycle, forcing me
into your Buy Cycle.
You went on a trip which I had to Finance. That was when you tried to Find France. And all you had were Fine Ants. So, I’m the one that got Fined for your Stance when I Was a distance from
your Finned Dance.
My life is sure getting Closed –
near byed as your mouth Flowed – ‘Shut Up’ as you had not Clothed – cotton
covered with nuts said nothing covered.
And you said you were Clothed – wearing jeans. But your teeny tiny Clocked lost its timed. Timid Times for all. Making us all get Cloaked by a Dracu Lad when
we followed all those Dracul Led on his Icy Dracul Sled sinking down by all
that Dracu Lead. And that is Lead
instead of Silver. So, when you said,
‘Hi Ho Silver’ did you really mean that You Owe from your Pilfers?
I guess life is one more
Gastroenteritis, because you think your Gas Throws Intelligent to Us. Everywhere you shout ‘ Batman’ and ‘Superman’
but there is just the Barman with his Dust Pan.
And we sure got Robbings.
You think you are a Nosferatu, but
your Nose Sure Damns Us. Speaking of big
Noses, ever wonder Who Wins In Hog Wars?
I remember when you were told, “You’ll have to leave that behind” and
you thought you were told, “You’ll have to leave your Buttocks behind you.”
More and more, it is just Acts Of
Violence that are music to your ears, and so sick to my ears, so you think they are Acts Of Violins. They were sure right when they said, “Tomb is
where his Dart Hits.”
What time of the year is this
anyway? We are well past May the Fifth
be With Shoes. And once again May the Sick still Whip You. Over and Over May the Forged still Charge
You. So, I guess we are not on the May Flower, anymore. I guess our May Flowed Over.
You told me that my wife was pretty
mean. You think you are petty, but you
are really mean. But to her that is not
pretty, and you are constantly mean to her, to me, or to anybody. What does mean mean to you?
Is it time to Exit or did you just
Text It? I keep on hearing, ‘Ich bein
Ein Chicagoan.’
Well, I am a
Chicago resident in this German neighborhood.
But my saying is, “I AASA.” Which means “International Astrology Ad
Space Abomination.” So, you called me Geo!
Are you calling me that for George?
Or am I the guy came from Earth?
Gravity. Gravity. Was I on the Eiffel Tower or had I Fell
Toward Her or I Feel Towels? You took
over my respect, the result, that Leaning Tower of Peach Fuzz!
Our Lives have sure gotten
Ridiculous. Or should we try to find the
Riddle Clue? Us?
We certainly
ain’t Rodent Cute! Us! Life is more and more filled and controlled
by Magic. Or is that MAGA? We sure got
so much more Magma! Our Govern Meant
keeps doing their Priest Age Digit taping on.
We feel more and more there are Pre Star Digress Stallions. They keep saying, “Press Do Digest. Stay Son.” And it really is a Prostrate Digress Sale On.
You can tell that I have passed on. And my Ghost is still Blurred. That president is the one. The one he loves most. We won’t be living. And he is the Ghost. His life is so silly. And he’s in for his Twos. And that Ghost that we’ve gotten sure acts
like he’s boozed.
I wonder:
How can I keep hanging
on
When my life is dead and
gone?
I felt like
laughing so I tried harder to make this funnier, I hope you found it
funny. If you did I would like to hear
your comments. If you didn’t I would
like to hear your suggestions.
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