Weed whacker, weed whacker Whack me the weed that sowed me its seed. Breaking my back is its plan of attack. With asthma I hack when I’m trying to yack. It’s sharp as a tack in my full gunny sack. I will not concede or plead. Recede! I will be freed, will succeed, guaranteed!
Crazy, crazy, give me your answer do I’m half daisy much like a kangaroo I have me a lazy phrasey much better than a carriage turn up the heat and keep the beat while playing the didgeridoo.
The Rubik’s Cube is so much fun, In a minute I am done. Now Pard is Nashing. He refuses to have his picture taken but this is his bona fide cube.Narf!
That was some lousy sleep Asleep? No! A sleep No sleep This one’s for my sister Laura D. who twins with me even in this realm.
I was thinking I was dinking I was linking Slowly slinking Barely blinking Simply sinking
This one’s for aunt Carol Harvey who introduced me to Ogden Nash. Pretty abecedarian I must admit , but I’ve been ‘nashing’ all day. I realize I minimize I recognize that I denies. I generalize and theorize I hope it flies, materialize. Glamorize idealize lose ends I ties and finalize.