Reno (1) Reno Put on your best tuxedo and drive to Reno. I know you like your tux. And you think losing sucks. Winning is a must. Stop talking to such and such. In the summer, Reno is hotter than a jalapeno. Just ask the nino who’s en vivo. He’s watching Tivo. He likes to channel surf so give the nino the remote so he can see Reno on his Tivo. He wants to see Steve-O and swim down the rio. He wants to be rico by being a CEO. In the summer, Reno is frito. In the winter, Reno is frio. Reno is so cold, I almost got my tongue froze to a frozen light pole. My tongue almost froze to an icy light pole. Reno is so cold that every winter it always snows. I almost always froze even while wearing lots of clothes. I even froze when I sat on the stove. I can use my skipole in Reno because in the winter I always see snow. It’s the right scenario. Turn up the stereo. Turn up the radio. I’m not a Leo; I’m not geo; I’m meo; I’m neo. I need to make my cameo in the lights of Reno. I’m watching Finding Nemo. I think I found Nemo in Reno. I found Nemo eating taquitos, Doritos, Chee-tos, Fritos, burritos, Tostitos. I found Nemo at a bistro feeding mariscos to a mesquito. The mesquito asked Nemo for more, but Nemo said,”Leave me alone.” Nemo shot off like a mesquito being chased by a torpedo. Then I found Nemo running around Tokyo. Nemo looked like he was in a rodeo show. Actually, he was Romeo looking for his Juliette. That’s what I bet. In Reno, people like to bet all that they have left. Nemo is looking to find his homeo, his dog named Bingo. B-I-N-G-O. Bingo was his name-o. Nemo went to Reno to go to the casinos and play Bingo and Keno. When he’s at the casino, he feels bestowed and not below. That’s what we know. So Reno is the place that we go. Mariscos, East Coast; you won’t find mariscos in Reno. You won’t find mariscos in the western desert. Be a part of the trio. Take your tio. Take your libro. You’re so young. You’re almost as young as an embryo. Iwo Jima; Hiroshima. Lima; nina; rica. Portfolio; gave you your shots so you wouldn’t get polio. Have you ever been to Montecito? Beach no; sea no. You won’t find sea foam. Pico is spelled P-I-C-O. It’s rhymes with Bingo. Keystrokes per minute; I can win it because my heart’s in it. Give me Geinko, so I can think-o. I like Van Gogh . I like to play my banjo. What’s an Ancho? Have you ever been to El campo. Rambo without ammo is like going commando. Van go Man go Cab go And? So Reno. Santo Domingo. An Oreo for Borneo. Do onions make you cry? Do they make you cry tears of joy, or do they make you cry tears of pain? Are you running for your life? Are you running from your life? Are you running from the lies? Don’t let those onions get to you. That’s why you need to get away and stay away. You’re a cry baby. Don’t let those onions hurt your feelings. Don’t let the onion’s fumes get to your eyes. Believe in truth and not those lies. Because the truth hurts, but lies hurt more. The skys will hurt and your eyes will hurt more. Gotta video tape this; from Reno to Vegas. I can’t take this. It’s overwhelming; it’s over welcoming. Thank you for the welcome mat; I put it in front of my front door for the biggest little city in the world to see. Reno is where I want to be. It’s where I want to see. And be seen. I love Reno with every fiber of my being. There’s fiber in beans. Reno is in my genes. Reno is where I want to be seen in my jeans. In Reno, my senses are keen, and my past is so clean. I don’t want to be mean; I just want to be queen. I know that’s not the way that it seems. It’s serine eventhough there’s no ravine. I want to be in Reno past my teens. I want to climb some trees. I don’t need anyone to intervene. Money doesn’t buy you happiness like a trust fund. A trust fund buys you trust and fun. In Spanish, the word hell is pronounced , hey Oh hey What the hell? Oh what the hell, I’ll hit the hay. Until the needle comes out the haystack. You can watch me from way back. Why are you using the money you saved for a rainy day? Why are you using me? Why are you using my money? The money, you’re not saving. It’s not raining. I don’t have a libido. Eventhough you’re hot, I don’t want to see you in a Speedo in Reno. If I do, get out of my way. I’m coming through to a theater near you. I’m going to a depot, because Reno is where we go. It’s where she goes. It’s where he goes. It’s where me goes. It’s for amigos. Contigo; conmigo. It’s almost as big as my ego. We know; Reno; I know. Reno is where I go. You’re a cheap-o who likes vino. You’re a wino. I know. You like Pinot Grigio. Give me Geinko so I can think-o. Let me concentrate on my Bingo. B-I-N-G-O. Give me ink-o so I can write-o. Reno is what I like so. How can you be so thankless? How can you be so greatless? How can you be so shameless from Reno to Vegas. Why do you leave your picture of your family frameless? You left them behind so you could be famous. That’s why you came to Vegas. Reno has no riviera. I want to live there foreva. I know you’re albino. And you’re a wino. In the summer, Reno gets warmer and warmer. In the winter, Reno gets colder and colder. As time passes by, it gets older and older. Reno gets better with age. Reno has a beach no. It has a sea no. It has no sea foam. It’s just a land of sand. It has a casino where you can play Keno unlike Encino. Yes no; maybe so. Maybe so in Reno. Yes no in Fresno. No means no. If I have to say no again, I’ll say Reno. We know; he knows. She knows; me knows. It’s where we go, he goes, she goes, me goes. Yes means yes. If I have to say yes again, guess again. I’ll say, Re-yes. We guess, he guess, she guess, me guess. When I’m in Re-yes, I get depressed. I want to be in the West, because the West is the best. When we go from Reno to Re-yes, we know you get depressed. That’s what we guessed, and we were right all along. When you went to Vegas, that was brainless. Vegas is rainless. Reno is dry, and the only way to make it wet is when Reno’s beauty brings tears to your eyes. There’s not a dry eye in sight. When you are veinless, you think you are babeless. In Reno, you have a big ego. In Vegas, you think you’re a hero but you’re capeless. With you, you think people are their safest. You need Geinko so you can think-o. You can play Bingo with your dingo. Give me ink-o so I can write-o. Reno is where we go; we know. It’s where I go; I know. Reno is where I can bring Fido. I don’t mean to name names. I don’t mean to play games. In Reno, I have B.O. People die of CO2. People die of carbon dioxide or hydrogen peroxide. Do is spelled D-O. Go is spelled G-O. Go to Reno. When I leave Reno, I get really P.Oed. Reno is the place to go. Because when you play your oboe, no one says, Oh no Even if you play your oboe soso. You won’t turn rojo like Bozo. When you’re a cold hobo, people will give you cocoa. They’ll help you when you’re loco. You won’t be extinct like a Dodo. Being solo is your logo. Being solo is your promo. If you’re a hobo, you can count to ocho. You don’t need a pogo. You can stay at a Hojo’s. You won’t be like Frodo. You can play with Todo. You can play with a yoyo. You won’t go up and down like a yoyo. Reno is the place to play your oboe. It’s a place where no one will say, Oh no It’s the place to do your solo, make it solo. No one will call you a slowpoke. You can wear your Manolos. It’s the place where when you say, Marco, no one says, Polo. Reno is the place where when you say, Hello, all you can hear is your echo. And you can play techno as loud as you want. And you can have a lot of fun. Don’t stay in Vegas. Don’t listen to Ms. Cleo, stay in Reno. Do you remember when you ate Oleo in Reno? It gave you some runs. It gave you a run for your money. It gave you the runs tons. It made you run tons. You had to bite your tongue. Because you couldn’t breathe through your lungs. You were stuffed to the gills. You were stuffed with people’s bills. You were stuffed with people’s ills. That’s why you were stuffed with their wills. You were stuffed with people’s chills, stuffed with their shrills. You’re stuffed with their stills. Reno is the place for rhinos, typos, gyros, Cairo, styrofoam, people who are hypo, who are really slow. Reno is the place to go. You can never come too slow. You know? It’s the place where you can do Taiboe. You can misspell words on your Vaio. You can play Spyro. Have you ever heard of a fido named Shiloh? Was he from Ohio? What’s his bio? He made me cry-o. He made me cry so. Did he die-o? Could he fly-o? Did he like Dido? Was he rico? Did he like Pico de Gallo? Did he play Hi-ho Cherry-o? On fourth of July, did he see the pyrotechnics in Texas? Since I cry so, give me a wipe-o. Windshield wipers aren’t for criers. When we were babies, we were zygotes. When we were children, our parents looked under our beds and said, Bye ghosts. I hope they keep on the light, oh I hope. Marilyn Monroe; Joe Dimaggio. Bonito. What’s the ratio? What’s the kilo? What’s the distance to Reno in Kilos? Reno has a gazebo when Vegas is shadeless. Vegas is lemonadeless. Vegas is drainless because it is rainless. Vegas is rainless and the skys are grayless. Vegas is rainless and the skys aren’t rayless. The skys are grayless. But the skys aren’t rayless. The days aren’t dayless. And the years aren’t Mayless. From April to June, I will love you. Reno is a rodeo show. But it’s hayless, and it’s neighless. You can bring your acquaintance. How would you rate it? I hate this, being a waitress. I hate this, being maidless. I wish I could do the Matrix. I wish I could stay six. I wish I could get up the latest. I wish I had a sixth sense. I wish I had an eighth sense. I haven’t had a date since ever. I’m looking for a man forever. I’m looking forever. I’m looking for a man named Ever. Don’t you ever. Don’t get too clever. When you’re in commando, it’s like Rambo with no ammo. I wish I played my tamborine, because I saw things I wish I didn’t see. They say Vegas is a desert oasis. It’s just a mirage. You’re seeing things that you want to see. You’re hearing things that you want to hear. The things you don’t want to hear go in one ear and out the other ear. I’m a gringo and let me count to cinco. Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Hawaii Five-O. I went to Reno to see a live show. Even during sunset, Reno has skys of indigo even long ago. This song is too slow. Here we go. Here we go to Reno. Lets set the sun and lets just run. Lets just have some fun. We can take a baby step one-by-one. I fell in a deep hole, because I can’t see where I’m going. I can see Reno through a peephole, because Reno’s so big. It’s the biggest little city in the world. I’d rather see Reno than a peepshow. As I look through the window of my high rise, I can’t believe my eyes. The people look so small, and Reno looks so big. Because Reno is the biggest little city in the world. Even if you’re wrong or right, don’t wait so long to live your life. Once upon a time, dunce is gone from my life. From Vegas to Reno, I’m slavin’ over a hot stove. From Vegas to Reno, the way this girl goes is north to Reno. Rain, rain; go away. Come again another day. Rain go to Reno; get away from Vegas. It’s Christmas Eve-o, tomorrow is Christmas Day-o. Day-o, me say Day-o. Daylight come and me want to go home to Reno. Tally man, tally man, tally me banana. Bananas don’t grow in Nevada. Daylight come and me want to go home to Reno. If men are from Mars and women are from Venus, babies must come from Casi-yes or Casino. I just saved a ton of money by switching to Geico, and I’m not psycho. There’s a chorus, and they adore us. It’s headed by a man named Boris. And he has a wife named Doris. She grew up in the forest. Her mom was a florist. Her voice was the hoarsest. The chorus had a man named Morris. And his brother named Norris. They were the poorest. They were so pourous. Their throats were the soarest. Norris was a Taurus. His sister was a tourist. The chorus is omnivourous. They eat everything, and they like to sing. At the casino, I don’t feel below; I feel bestowed. Low and behold. In Reno, there’s more sinners than winners; it has more winters than winners. It has more tenors than winners; and a lot more vendors to serve you dinner. Reno has more mentors to help those quitters and help those babysitters of the opposite gender. Return to sender; I hope the sender lives in Reno. It’s easier to win a raffle and win a trip to travel the Big Apple, than it is to win a gamble. When you gamble, I know how you ramble. In Reno, don’t veto just give me the remote so I can change the channel. I don’t want to see you in your flannel or your sandals. Find your hope, make a wish, and blow out the candle on the mantel. Don’t hit the gravel. Don’t bang the gavel. You don’t want to be Wild .E. Coyote whose head got hit by a falling anvil. You don’t want to travel like Gretel and Hansel. I don’t want the show or this channel to be cancelled. When you gamble, you’re in shambles. All you do is wanna scramble. You showed me a sample. You wish your money was ample. That’s when you get trampled. Just be agile. Don’t be fragile. Run to the chapel. Get in a boat and row them paddles. Get on a horse and ride them saddles. Ride them cattle. Don’t you tattle. Hold on to your handles. Razzle and dazzle then you’ll live in a castle. Hey, what’s the hassle? Where’s the battle? I hear a rattle. In Reno, how could Romeo bet Juliette after they just met. He’s all set. Eventhough he’s in debt. He’s not in an ebb. That’s what I said. He deserves what he gets. If he’s rico, he’ll buy a jet. How can he let himself go to Reno? I think; I know. He says he invented the internet, which is the cyber web. Where he met Juliette. Juliette, at first, teased him and called him a teacher’s pet who sets to see the vet. His clothes get all wet and he gambles so much it makes him sweat. Romeo’s a wreck who just fell off deck. And isn’t ready to stop gambling not yet. If Romeo’s moneyless, how can he pay the check? Oh, what the heck He has nothing left, so he never left. He won’t move to the left or move to the right for the whole night. Even when there’s no money in sight. Who ever knew a deck of cards can give a person splinters, for people who work hard and play even harder. Men draw; don’t draw your guns, draw a card. For starters, it couldn’t get any harder. Why is the day getting darker? Because it’s becoming night in Reno, you stupido, you dingo. I like to gamble and bet. I’m a damsel in distress. S.O.S; Oh yes Oh yes I don’t want to be oppressed. I’ll progress as long as I’m so blessed. He’s a better who bets until he gets better. But he won’t get better. His win goes out the windows. He sways which ever way the wind blows. His life’s in limbo. How low can he go? I don’t know. Since his life’s in limbo, he’s in a limo. Roll the window down, let the wind blow out. Let the wind go out. Let the wind go out on a date. Let the wind go away. Let the wind blow away. Let the night sky rain snowflakes all day. I can see Reno through a keyhole. I’m not creole. Pico de Gallo; Cinco de Mayo. When you gamble, in the western desert, you think you see a camel. Your teeth are made of enamel. You don’t need them to play some Scrabble. When you don’t want to gamble, join the tabernacle. You won’t get tackled. You won’t be put in shackles. Your house was repoed so you escaped to Reno. When you gamble, you’re a handful. Bouquet Bouquet; Coos Bay; Newsbreak Tuesday; touche; today; roommate; Doomsday. You can soil my plants but don’t soil my plans. I forgave you for all the mistakes you made; and here you came with a bouquet, and I let you stay. I was happy with the bouquet you brang and the song you sang. Is your hair a tupee, because it looks too fake? Is my hair too wave, or is it too straight? Hooray Blue jay; crusade; due date; Michael Buble; toothache; bootleg; if you make me mad, I’ll shoot mace. Newsbreak Old habits are hard to break like a bouquet, because it has buns of steel. Your hair is too fake to be real. It’s a tupee, because it looks too fake; it looks bootleg. Tie your shoelace, so you don’t fall like a souffle. Today, there’s too much light in the light of day. Tonight, there’s too much darkness in the dark of night. Don’t you wait Come home from Kuwait with a bouquet. Don’t be too late. How do you spell Kuwait? K-U-W-A-I-T. I can’t wait ‘til you come home from Kuwait. I can barely spell Kuwait. I can’t wait ‘til you come home from Kuwait, so I can disspell the myth. You’re the one I want to be with. I’ll do whatever you say. It’s not to say. It’s goin’ the groom’s way, and that’s the way the rules stay. Even on April Fools’ Day; even on Ghouls’ Day; even on an azul day; even on a blue day; even on a cool day. You gotta have true faith. You’re not too brave. Your life is never too grave. Even when you go to the graveyard to get your sweetie a bouquet of hearts. We might not all get bouquets, but we all have blue veins. We all have dreams of seeing blue rain. We all have dreams of not getting sucked down a pool drain. We all need to bathe and to shave. We don’t want rosebuds. We want a bathtub. You have a cute face, a cute place. Do you have a cute vase to put my bouquet? Some people pronounce bouquet, bow kay. Are you okay? Don’t be opaque. Drink your O.J. and always obey. If you don’t, you’ll have to relocate to San Francisco Bay. You should donate; if you’re pregnant, take your folate. Take up crochet; join the Cirque de Soleil. It’s so late, so stay. Take up croquet; and say Ole Do the Soul Train. If you’re bald, take some Rogaine. Do roleplay; listen to Coldplay. Use Colgate; you’re my hombre. What’s my nombre? No way That bow kay is more beautiful than a Monet. For your cold place, use propane; I’m pro-rain, pro-sane, and pro-train. Donde? You don’t say? You don’t stay? Are you okay? Are you too late? Bow kay, bouquet; Newsbreak Yesterday was an old day; and today is a new day. Attention School is out for a snowday. Go play; Give a lady a bow kay. Bow kay, bouquet; okay, I’ll do whatever you say. Bow kay, bouquet; Ole Hooray My home is a cold place, but it’s my domain. Don’t hate; say, bouquet, sil vous plait. I want to wish you a buena noche. I hope your life is dulce. Who is Don Quixote? Bow kay, bouquet; you better obey Lupe. Bow kay; faux is fake. Bouquet; how long do you take? Once, dose, catorse; 11, 12, 14. 11, 12, a forte. Ole Hooray It’s all gonna be okay. Now don’t you wait. You just crochet; you better obey. Don’t be opaque. Have a buena noche. Have a buena dia and watch the soleil. I want a bow kay. I want to find my soulmate. Oh great You think you’re so great. You think you’re too great; that’s why you arrive fashionably late. That’s why you put metal in the microwave. That’s why you use language that’s so profane. What’s a nosegay? Let the good times roll. Le bonton rulle and creme brulee rhyme with bouquet. Bow kay, bouquet; There’s no way Kool-Aid leaves no stains. Is tulle pronounced, tool or tool lay? Times up You’re too late. I want a bouquet or bow kay. But I don’t want to play Old Maid. I want a bow kay. I want to amor my amore. A bouquet is like being in Ukraine playing euchre. I think that’s the name of the game. Have you ever heard of a character in a play named Auntie Mame? Insane makes you anti-sane. If you like night, you’re anti-day. Lets celebrate your hate for the days by partying all night. Alright? Lets party til the day is all light. What’s allspice? Lets party on all sides. Don’t y’all divide. Don’t y’all hide. Call on my call line at all times. Don’t stall time. We’re wasting valuable mall time; that’s all. That’s all? That’s not all right. Wear allspice, inspite of being the one we all like. All night? Will it last all night? We all might. No, will your allspice last all night? Don’t offend all kinds all night. Who’s Madeline Albright? Is she someone we all like or all spite or all quite. Is she someone we all like like the tall guy or the fall nights? The tall guy says to the clouds, fall sky He says it all night and finally the sky says, alright The tall guy isn’t all nice, he’s all bad. But everyone wishes he was the one they all had. It makes them all mad. It makes them all sad. They all want a tall lad. That’s all and... they want a tall man. All bad, all nice; I’m walking in all sand; I’m walking in fall sand, looking at the fall sky, thinking it’s all right, all night. I hope you all like. If you don’t, I hope you all try. In happiness, I hope you all cry. With all that stress, you’ll start to sweat. Make sure to have some allspice. Don’t just have it, wear that allspice. All nice, all bad; For all mice, there’s all cats; and all traps written in all caps. I’m talking about all rats. That includes mallrats. They’ll fall for fall discounts, all discounts that disguise themselves as fall traps. They’re all bad when they fall into the gap. They think they’re not all bad. They think they’re all that when they watch All That. They’re all glad so they all chat. They think they’re all that and a bag... They think they’re all that and a bag of chips. They think they’re so hip. They think they’re all nip that the cats lick. But they’re all nip that makes the cats all sick. If that’s what you call it. I’m sorry so take some money from my wallet. Take all of it. Who stuck their hand in the cookie jar? You don’t know how poor we are. We’re poor; what did you do that for? In guilt, write a dedication, because I had to take medication. Devote the dedication to me, you owe me a story. Don’t make it boring; make it good. I’ll do what you say, but make Dr. Seuss stay. Give me a bouquet. Now Dr. Seuss stay. I’ll do what Dr. Seuss say. Lets celebrate Dr. Seuss Day. Lets make Dr. Seuss Day a new day and make it every Tuesday. Lets do it the Dr. Seuss way. We should name San Francisco Bay Dr. Seuss Bay. The Dr. Seuss name, the Dr. Seuss Game can rhyme shame with gray and many other names. I wish I had a Dr. Seuss brain so I could rhyme every new name. People want a bouquet but they don’t want a fruitcake. People want a bouquet, but they don’t want a prunecake. People want a bouquet, but they don’t want their heart to break. People want a bouquet, and they want a huge cake. They want a blue cake; they want a cute cake to carry in their suitcase when they’re on-the-go and eat on the road. I like your new bangs. Have you ever been to a part of Canada called Goose Bay? I was sent on a wild goose chase. Before you go on a wild goose chase, tie your shoelace. Ketchup Ketchup; the balloon that goes up and up, so you gotta catch up. You’re last up and cast up, so you gotta ketchup. That’s love; that’s amore. You like to eat ketchup out of a cold cup, which is an old cup. Hands up, this is a hold up. You like your nose rubbed; you like your toes rubbed; you like rosebuds. If you have no luck and no fun, go run and go nuts. If you don’t like ketchup, maybe you’re half nuts, or half bum, or half dumb. I want to have drums. That’s amore; and there’s no more. I don’t want to have crumbs. I want to have your ketchup, because that’s love. I want to have love. I want to have ketchup. I want to have some. I can’t crack up; I can’t back up; I can’t pack up, because I gotta catch up with the balloon that goes up and up to the man upstairs or to the giant who lives at the top of the beanstalk. In the story of Jack and the Beanstalk, Jack walked up the beanstalk and thought it was a bunch of crock the way the giant picked shamrocks while eating ham hocks and said,”Ham rocks ” Those damn jocks; those damn locks never work. Somebody call Matlock. I can’t let that brat walk. I can’t let that brat talk. I can’t let him walk that sad, sad walk; I can’t let him talk that sad, sad talk; I can’t let him lock that sad, sad lock. Get a padlock, because that one’s a bad lock. The giant has no socks and no clock. So when the boy asked, What time is it, the giant said,”It’s time to get a watch.” The boy jumped off the beanstalk, because he didn’t have love and had no ketchup. Pick that glass up before my heart breaks. You can’t have condiments without consent. Barbies and Kens; ladies and gents; Mercedes Benz; ladies and men. We’re in a match up. So at the end, we gotta patch up. We gotta patch up this quilt so we don’t wilt and freeze from the chills. Hands up; hats up; catsup; ketchup; you gotta catch up with the balloon that goes up and up. When I said, stand up, you sat up. Lets chat up; lets shack up; ;lets mash up. Lets smash up, but you don’t have to cash up. Do you have any ideas to hatch up? Lets crash up; lets clash up. I’m flustered when I’m in a mustard. Tonight, I’ll be your usher. I’ll show you where to sit, I’ll show you where to kiss. I’ll show you where to tiss, tiss, tiss, but I can’t show you bliss. There’s no place to hide under. I know you’re unsure, but don’t tell me, up y’urs On the juncture, your tires were punctured. When you were a youngster, you watched Munsters. I bet Old Mother Hubbard doesn’t have mustard in her cupboard. She hasn’t had supper, because she has nothing in her cupboard. She burns rubber on her Hummer. She’s sick of butter. She wants to see the bees flutter. She doesn’t want to see the leaves in her gutter. She doesn’t want to see the wind beat on her shutters. She doesn’t want to see her niece stutter. She doesn’t want to see her niece suffer. They talk it over supper. You don’t want to hear me stutter. You don’t want to hear me utter. I don’t want to see udders. The milk from a cow’s udder make cream. The milk from a cow’s udder makes cream and butter or sweet butter creams. Close the shutters so they don’t hear you scream or me scream. I just might leave. When you breathe, it’s my petpeeve. I don’t have tricks up my sleeve. Geez When I sleep, watch me, see me breathe the ZZZs.You can’t drive so give me the keys. Say cheese I’ll make a plea. Help me, I’m covered in fleas. The law’s been breeched. Our destiny’s been reached. I got nothing to teach; I learn like a blood sucking leech. I gotta wear Lee Dungarees. The alphabet has Us but no Mes, but it has its Ps. But no trees. No Hes; no Shes; no Wes; no Thes. The alphabet has no vest with a neck that looks like a v. Mother Hubbard’s gotta get through clutter to get to her hummer in the heat of the summer. People pronounce Qatar, cutter. Have you heard of Tariq Aziz? Give me the keys; you’ve had too much to drink. All you hear is rings. Ring-ding-ding-ding-ding. Pick the phone up please. I’m trying to sleep. With energy, I can leap. I can weep. What I saw is what I reap. I can’t sleep so I have to count my sheep. Old Mother Hubbard is driving bumper to bumper, because she wants to be younger. She remembers the days of youth; she remembers the days of boos Age ain’t nothing but a number. Don’t judge a book by its cover. Sweet cream; sour cream. Sweet dreams to our dreams. I have dreams of where I’m last up and then I catch up. First place is what I snatched up. Life without mustard is lackluster. Old Mother Hubbard has no dough, so she eats blubber and peanut butter. She also eats her brother’s colors. When time’s up, she hears a buzzer. When time’s up, she hears a buzzard. Without dinner, she can’t have dessert or duh-ssert. She needs to have her dinner first.
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