June 11, 2004

In The John With John, Again

Diddle, Diddle, dumpling, our man John,
Goes to bed with his trousers on;
He is not a prude you see,
But sometimes he gets up to pee,
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, our man John.

John, John, Pay The Piper, Son

John. John, the Attorney General.
Stole my rights; they were ephemeral.
He's a model of the sanctimonious,
A shame that his logic is erroneous.

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