A BULLY’S RECKONING

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A BULLY’S RECKONING

Bob shot John Jones

With no remorse,

To stop his moans,

Bob shot again, of course.

 

Jones was the town bully,

And gave many a pummlin,’

He was mean and surly,

Some say Jones had it comin,’

 

You should never pick a fight

With one tougher than you,

But Jones lacked foresight,

And now he’s cold and blue,

 

In a shallow grave, laced with lime,

Too bad he didn’t realize,

That if there was a next time,

Never bully somebody your own size.

 

Or better yet, surely,

To live old and gray,

Don’t be a bully,

That’s all I’ve got to say.

ONE MAN DEAD AND ONE LIE TOLD

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ONE MAN DEAD AND ONE LIE TOLD

I shot John Brown

In his wicked head,

Then, shot three more times

To make sure he was dead,

 

John Brown was a bully

Since he was ten,

But now he’ll never ever

Be a bully again,

 

I laid a second gun

Beside him on the floor,

Then, I quickly ran

Outside the door,

 

If I get caught,

I will be bold,

There will be one man dead

And one lie told.

BOGART, THE MEAN, TWERKING MULE

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[Mule depiction from wikipedia]

BOGART THE MEAN, TWERKING MULE

Bogart, the mule,

Was a mean, surly fool,

 

All the mules, he’d harass,

And bite on the ass,

 

He’d then laugh and hee-haw,

Strangest thing you ever saw,

 

Bogart hailed from Casablanca,

Where he drank lotsa Sanka,

 

Full of Sanka, he’d twerk,

Yes, this mean, bully jerk,

 

While twerking, man, oh man!

Bogart was “twerked” by a van!

 

The lesson:  Don’t be a jerk,

And try to show some class,

 

And while full of coffee, don’t twerk,

Or bite others on the ass!   😊

MEAN GIRL

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MEAN GIRL

She’s a rich, mean girl
Struttin’ down the street,
With a scowl on her face
For everyone she’ll meet.

She looks down on you,
Down on your clothes,
With her stuck up nose
Wherever she goes.

With her painted face
And pouty lips,
She’d chuckle if she saw
An old man trip.

She’s so mean,
It is written,
She’d pull the whiskers
Off a sweet, little kitten.

And she’s so mean,
If you stay a while,
You’ll see her heart
Must be filled with bile!

Yes, she’s a rich, mean girl
Struttin’ down the street,
With a scowl on her face
For everyone she’ll meet.

🙂