The dew on the grass was twinkling,
But despite that, old Luke started sprinkling.
This month's water bill,
Made me want to kill
But who? I don't have an inkling.
I drank, then knew I was shrinking,
'twas Alice's mushrooms, I'm thinking.
I was swamped in my clothes
My buttons threw me blows
Then I awoke, all wet and stinking.
The stranger rode tall on his donkey Even though his ride was quite wonky. The people all stared For his buttocks were bared.
He smiled and said, "I'm from Wisconky."
But that just made everyone snicker
And say he could not hold his liquor.
When he paid his bar tab,
Mumbling, "Call me a cab,"
His donkey made off with old Flicka.
He turned down the lights for last call
And most customers left - but not all.
The Ginger Man stayed
With a hidden blade
And skewered himself to the wall.
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