#AmericanWriters
Sick ‘I cannot go to school today… Said little Peggy Ann McKay. 'I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
He rode through the woods on a big… He had fists as hard as choppin’ b… Five hundred pounds and nine feet… Talk about workin’, when he swung… You could hear it ring for a mile…
I’ve sung my songs on dusty roads… To sweatin’ hard eyed brakemen, in… I’ve sung in blue wall papered roo… Now Mama…I’ll sing one song for y… Mama let me tell you that I’ve ne…
No I can’t touch the clouds for y… I’ve never done the things that yo… I’ve stretched as high as I can r… Cause I can’t touch the clouds or… No I can’t reach the clouds or to…
If you want to marry me, here’s wh… You must learn how to make a perfe… And you must sew my holey socks, And soothe my troubled mind, And develop the knack for scratchi…
Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early… And catch the worm for your breakf… If you’re a bird, be an early earl… But if you’re a worm, sleep late.
I said, 'I’ll take the T-bone ste… A soft voice mooed, ‘Oh wow.’ And I looked up and realized The waitress was a cow. I cried, 'Mistake—forget the the…
Oh they won’t let us show it at th… They think we’re gonna grab it if… And they won’t let us show it at t… But you can show it in your parlor… You can show it at a party with yo…
I’m haulin’ twenty tons of freight… Started thinkin’ bout Mary Jane She lived over the hill I had an… Oh my she looked so fine had a bot… I’d have myself a little bitty swi…
I’m being swallered by a Boa Cons… a Boa Constrictor, a Boa Constri… I’m being swallered by a Boa Cons… and I don’t– like snakes– one bit! Oh no, he swallered my toe.
Where did you get such a dirty fac… My darling dirty-faced child? I got it from crawling along in th… And biting two buttons off Jeremy… I got it from chewing the roots of…
No one knows my lady when she’s lo… No one sees the fantasies and fear… There are those who’ve shared her… But no one hears my lady when she… No one hears my lady when she crie…
I tried on the farmer’s hat, Didn’t fit... A little too small —just a bit Too floppy. Couldn’t get used to it,
There is a place where the sidewal… And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and… And there the sun burns crimson br… And there the moon-bird rests from…
I’ll sing you a poem of a silly yo… Who played with the world at the e… But he only loved one single thing… And that was just a peanut-butter… His scepter and his royal gowns,