You’re never

too old to

get arthritis.

There are over

a million ants

for every single being on this planet.

That’s enough to

keep us all in

ants for

a long, long time.

My mom suffered from

Munchausen Syndrome by Mennen.

At night she would to surreptitiously

spike my ovaltine with skin bracer.

 

At my lowest moment,

when I was addicted

to brine shrimp,

***

friends would warn me,

***

Man, you have a sea monkey on your back!

***

but I couldn’t hear them 

***

for I was off again

to see the

pet-store man

A bathtub is

a spider-web

to a spider

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“Now who is not going anywhere?” said the Moth.

You could be swinging on a star

If you take any stock in

what Bing Crosby says

When the fork

ran away with the

spoon no one

was more surprised

than me.

“Talking ‘Bout Spam”

written & performed by George J. Raymond

Copyright© 2016 all rights reserved

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Come in little cans

had a lot of fans

in the army infantry

***

Some people hate

but a lot of kids ate it

growing up near Waikiki

***

Mama said,

“It’s good for you”

She would serve it with a grin

And it’s not surprising

after eating it all our life,

to be in the shape were in

***

Comes in a can

kind of tastes like ham

you don’t want to see

it made

***

We ate a lot of it

and started to love it

fried up with

rice and egg

***

It was quite a feat squeezing

Hawaiian steak

into that little tin

since i left home

sure miss mom

but i don’t miss the indigestion

***

Talking about Spam …

***

Slice, dice it, fry it up

and spice it

It made me what I am

***

Spam, Spam, Spam

***

When I go back

to look up my old friends

in Honolulu

We pops some beers

and eat a lot of

Spamalulu stew

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Mama said …

***

Talkin’ ’bout Spam …

“Every day underground is a good day.”

— the worms