Nonsense

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Old men sometimes feel like being a little wild and crazy too,
So here’s a little bit of pure old country “nonsense” just for you.
You won’t be able to follow the logic to well as you read on along,
Because there is no logic at all to this little poetic rhyming song.

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Nonsense

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I rosined my old bow because I going play a little fiddle today,
Cause there’s a big toad in my soup and I just heard him say,
I need music so I can master the backstroke as I swim so free,
Or I may just give you some mouth warts and take me a pee.

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Hey diddle hey diddle hey diddle de ray, I sang as I did play,
Then I picked up my soup with the toad and threw them away.
I heard that old toad say as he hit the ground in a bath of soup,
You were smart to toss me away, as I just filled your soup with poop.

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I started to take a drink of my hot chocolate with whipped cream,
And there was a fly on the whipped cream skiing along it seems,
The fly said to me, I need some music to give me some hope,
Or I’ll call my fly buddies to ski down this whipped cream slope.

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Hey diddle hey diddle hey diddle de ray, I sang as I did play,
Then I scooped that fly up in a glob of whipped cream right away,
And dropped him in the big bowl and then flushed the commode,
He said on the way down, I should have landed on the pie a la mode.

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I still had my cookie left there to eat as my stomach growled,
As I picked it up to take a bite, I could see it was also fouled,
As I saw a cockroach sitting right on top of the flat round side.
He said play me some music to finish eating by and I will hide.

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Hey diddle hey diddle hey diddle de ray, I sang as I did play,
He did a little jig there on top of that cookie looking so very gay.
Then I dropped him and the cookie in the food disposal grinder,
I heard him say as he was ground away, I wish I was a little kinder.

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Sometimes when you find these strange things in your food,
You wonder if they would have been nutritious, tasting good,
If you had just gone ahead and eaten them down on a fling.
But it would probably have just made me want to play and sing.

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Hey diddle hey diddle hey diddle de ray, I sang as I did play,
My fiddle was right in tune just like Uncle Penn’s I must say,
So I clogged a little to celebrate my varmint infestation this day,
With my old belly and tits looking like a bowl of jelly shakin’ away,

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Sometimes we just need to act just a little bit silly and crazy,
Or perhaps Alzheimer’s has finally taken over making me hazy.
Whichever the case may be, I can’t promise you’ll never see,
This kind of ridiculous senseless “nonsense” once again from me.

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By Bill

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Thanks for reading Nonsense,
Bill