"Parallel Bars"
What is up must come down.
Down will come around.
I heard that through a man in town.
People would be dangerous if their ears were as big as their mouths.
It's an opinion that the country stinks.
And that I'm the biggest stinker in it.
I smell like a rose on a wet summer's day.
Believe it or not.
Thought I heard a song when it was hot.
And it is not rot.
There's plenty of pot in Frisco and Denver.
Think there's room on the spot for me?
Don't dot, dot, dot, your eyes.
But don't have dots in them!
By Jonathan Billet 09/01/13
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