“And now, the blog is here
And so I raise, my nasal Burtons.
My friends, my soup is clear,
I’ll state my State, which is not Virginia
I’ve lived, alongside much bull,
My life is cursed, when crossed with binary
So pour, pour me more, malt whiskey....”
Thank You!
Here all week folks!
Try the veal!!
Chow for now...
Groan! A very loud groan! DONT eat the veal folks!
ReplyDeleteSorry to encourage this Mrs. But lmao!
ReplyDeleteSheesh! No love of songwriters here....
ReplyDeleteNow THERE'S someone that recognizes great tune-smithing!!!
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