"Jelly Farms"
The Crickets croak on jelly farms.
A frog tells an unusual joke in the fog near a bog on a blog.
As I choke on my smoke.
In Wells Fargo's Bar.
Is this a moon's star night sunlight?
Sir, are you from the Federal Bureau Of Intoxication?
In a recently formed nation?
A flask of vodka never lasts long.
So jump on top of the moon and sing me a song.
Of course, that's par for the course.
So get up off your little Palomino horse.
Don't dream while reading a book with a chef's hat on.
Who is the cook?
Somebody I mistook for a schnook?
By Jonathan Billet 12/13/13
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