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"Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox..."

What the Man Said...
(a collection of poems, quotes and other whimsies penned and voiced by John Lennon)

I Sat Belonely

I sat belonely down a tree, humbled fat and small.
A little lady sing to me I couldn't see at all.

I'm looking up and at the sky, to find such wondrous voice.
Puzzly puzzle, wonder why, I hear but have no choice.

'Speak up, come forth, you ravel me', I potty menthol shout.
'I know you hiddy by this tree'. But still she won't come out.

Such softly singing lulled me sleep, an hour or two or so
I wakeny slow and took a peep and still no lady show.

Then suddy on a little twig I thought I see a sight,
A tiny little tiny pig, that sing with all it's might.

'I thought you were a lady'. I giggle, - well I may,
To my surprise the lady, got up - and flew away.

Good Dog, Nigel

Arf, Arf, he goes, a merry sight,
Our hairy little friend,
Arf, Arf, upon the lampost bright
Arfing round the bend.
Nice dog! Goo boy,
Waggie tail and beg,
Clever Nigel, jump for joy
Because we're putting you to sleep at three of the clock, Nigel.

Moldy, Moldy Man

I'm a modly moldy man
I'm moldy thru and thru
I'm a moldy moldy man
You would not think it true.
I'm moldy till my eyeballs
I'm moldy til my toe
I will not dance I shyballs
I'm such a humble Joe.

Our Dad

It wasn't long before old dad aas cumbersome-a drag
He seemed to get the message and began to pack his bag.
'You don't want me around', he said, 'I'm old and crippled too.'
We didn't have the heart to say 'You're bloody right it's true.'

He really took an age and more to pack his tatty kleid.
We started coughing by the door to hurry him outside.
'I, no use to man nor beast,' he said, his eye all wet.
'That's why we're getting rid of you, yer stupid bastard, get!'

His wrinkled face turned up to us, a pleading in his look;
We gave him half a crown apiece and polished up his hook.
'It's not that we don't like you dad,' our eyes were downcast down.
'We've tried to make a go of it, yer shriveled little clown!'

At last he finished pakcing all, his iron hand as well
He even packed the penis what he'd won at bagatelle.
'Spect you'll write a line or two?' he wined- who could resist?
We held his face beneath the light and wrote a shopping list.

'Goodbye my sons and fare thee well, I blame yer not you see,
It's all yer mothers doing lads, she's had it in for me!'
You leave our mother out of this!' We screamed all fury rage,
'At least she's working for her keep and nearly twice your age!'

'I'd sooner starve than be a whore!' The old man said, all hurt.
'Immoral earnings aren't for me, and living off her dirt.'
'She washes everyday,' we said together all at once.
'It's more than can be said for you, yer dirty little ponce!'

At last upon the doorstep front, he turned and with a wave
He wished as all 'Good Heavens' and hoped we'd all behave.
'The best of luck to you, old dad!' We said with slight remorse,
'You'll dig it in the workhouse, man.' (He wouldn't thought, of course.)

'Ah well he's gone and that's a fact,' we muttered after lunch.
And hurried to the room in which he used to wash his hunch.
'Well here's a blessing in disguise; not only money too
He's left his pension book as well, the slimy little jew!'

'What luck! We'll have a party, inviting all our friend.
We've only one but she's a laugh, she lets us all attend.'
We never heard from dad again, I 'spect we never shall
But he'll remain in all our hearts, a buddy friend and pal.

Be Were Wolf Of Limitations, or...
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from: The Art of Deception is in the Eye of the Beholder

"You must remember this... A piss is just a piss..."

"Why did the Boston strangler? Coz Lady Astor! "

"Drs. and Lawyers are interchangeable; they both stick you!"

An in explicable feeling of Charlatan the Great comes over me as I peer through the window of my seventh-floor soul. So, You're getting bored? So fuck you.