Author: Dementia
Date:Nov 9 1997
Lyin pon the lily pad; Does he know his life is sad? Does he know he has no money; Does he know he isn't funny? Does he know he has no stocks; Does he know he's missing FOX? No, he doesn't really care; 'Cause it's us who're trully bare. NEXT POEM: Mona Mona Mona Lisa, You da Lady. Mona Mona Mona Lisa, Oh ya Baby! Mona Mona Mona Lisa, Mmm-hmmm! Mona Mona Mona Lisa, Biddybiddybimm. NEXT POEM: Lying in the well, ne'er to be awoken; Lying in the spot, where but silence is spoken. Buried deep, six feet from hell; Lying there, only in a well.