I hate people who use big words
I think it’s pretentious
And they only do it to
make
Themselves look
perspicacious
I hate people who use big words
I think it’s pretentious
And they only do it to
make
Themselves look
perspicacious
Many modern homes now
Have a panic room in
it
But to my two
daughters
And my dear wife
Brigit
Any room is a panic room
When they’ve lost a
phone in it
One of life’s universal truths
Is not really much of
a surprise
But behind every great
man
There’s a woman rolling
her eyes
The waitress asked “Do you have
Any questions about
the menu?”
My brother-in-law
replied
“Is this font courier
new?”
There is a simple truth in life
And it’s an honest
admission
It is much easier to
apologize
Than it is to ask
permission
Bye, baby Bunting,
Daddy’s gone
a-hunting,
Well, he’s gone to the
meat counter
With Haggis, Tatties and Nips
The Scots celebrate
Burns night
They pipe it in with Bagpipes
And that’s really not
right
What the hell is wrong
with them
I thought they
actually liked him