one fine day in the middle of the night two dead boys got up to fight.
back to back they faced each other... drew their swords and shot one another.
a deaf policeman heard the noise. came and shot them two dead boys.
If you don't believe this lie is true, Ask the blind man.
He saw it, too.
Last night i saw upon the stair a little man who wasn't there.
he wasn't therE AGAIN TODAY I WISH THAT MAN WOULD GO AWAY..
I think, therefore I am ... I think.
Huh? You saying I need to edit that?
Nahhh, I'm gonna go ahead and publish it. Probably be famous someday. Go down in history. You'll see!
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ON DIETING...
Methuselah ate what he found on his plate And never as people do now Did he note the amount Of the calorie count. He ate it because it was chow.
He wasn't disturbed as at dinner he sat Devouring a roast or a pie, To think it was lacking In granular fat Or couple of vitamins shy.
He cheerfully chewed each species of food Unmindful of troubles or fears, Lest his health might be hurt By some fancy dessert And HE lived over nine hundred years.