A wannabe author can write prolifically when he uses a certain pen and only when he uses that writing implement. What he doesn’t know is when the pen runs out of ink he will meet his demise.
Break Up, Break Down, No more nights out on the town.
Break Down, Break Up, Life is getting pretty rough.
Break-In, Break Out, you’re depressed without a doubt.
Break-Out, Break In, now’s no time to drink some gin… (tbc?)
There is no good water in Texas.
After that terrible storm.
If you drink water in Texas
You might get a parasite worm.
It’s not easy driving in Texas
After the mass days of snow.
Best have a tow truck in TExas
So that the traffic will flow.
It isn’t easy being in Texas
When your pipes they do burst
In summer it’s over one hundred
I can’t say which is worse.
The pols they are morons in Texas
They’re only out for themself.
If they get Federal-elected
They can get plenty of wealth…
He reached down in the gloomy cemetery, and picked up an urn filled with ashes. To his great surprise his own name and date of birth were engraved on the urn. Next to his date of birth was today’s date for date of demise.
It’s just a Hallmark Holiday
With hearts and flowers
Just bought a ring
And wasted hours… (tbc?)