The Sleaze pried open the Portmanteau
Hoping to find out what he didn’t know.
Inside was a brown cloak,
And a note that was a joke
Meant to be written and not spoke.
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Meant to be written and not spoke
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One girl with all her might
The Full Moon was high in the night
When Sleaze saw the horrible site.
People in camps and in tents,
Like sinners waiting to repent.
But one girl hid with all her might.
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And his mind did a dangerous flip
The Sleaze bolted forth and jumped ship,
Taking the “valise” along as a conscript.
He floated ashore,
Holding portmanteau’s door,
And then his mind did a dangerous flip.
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Did not take to stress well
The captain, upon inspecting his vessel,
Found a suitcase too big yet to wrestle.
Finally shoving it aside,
He grabbed for Sleaze’s hide –
Chasing a man who did not take to stress well.
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Size does matter
The blue portmanteau was quite mad
To be kidnapped by this ignorant cad.
After all, size does matter —
A valise’s innards will scatter
Across a cargo hold only a tad.
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The Man of Sleaze
The portmanteau and the Lady
Were sightseeing where it was shady,
When a man of sleaze
Said, “What a fine valise.”
And pirated portmanteau to Haiti.
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The Portmanteau
There once was a portmanteau
With a mind of its own and blue.
So away it went
With the Lady of Kent.
This is a story — that’s true.
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There Once was a Lady from Kent
There once was a lady from Kent
Who know not which way she went.
Coming or going,
Going or coming,
She said it was time well spent.
The blame, the blame, it’s the blame
Okay, I accept the blame. I promise to do better next time and only keep you up slightly past your bed times, more or less, depending on the time zone differential and the quantum variables inherent in the shift to and from insanity, calibrated for the cosmic drift, divided by the universal constant, multiplied by a factor of factor where the q of a is equal to the sum of the parts of the partial sum, square rooted by a rutabaga.
Welcome to … my Fantasy Island
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Mother’s Day 2010
There once was a woman from Illinois,
Who one year gave birth to a boy.
If asked on this day,
Of him she will say,
“If I were Jewish, I’d say, ‘Oy!'”
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