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The Door Is Ajar

Someone recently said something about, "the door is ajar" I scratched my head and challenged him, " A door is a door, and a jar is a jar... Where'd you go to school? How'd you get as dumb as you are?" He started to argue, But I'm too clever for that, Next he'll tell me, "Tell people to go s__t in their hat!" Now, who's gonna wear a hat like that? I think in his belfry, He's got a bat... And what is a belfry? Is that when I fry an egg? And this "chicken and the egg" debate... Oh, I can't wait, To remind these fools once more, Silly, they both come from the same store.. And, someone explain this "Man in the Moon" junk?? That's hard to believe, unless he got a shovel, Cause the moon is rather hard... That anyone still believes that cheese thing,, Must be some kind of retard... And, besides, everyone knows, That's where Jackie Gleason goes... And the early bird catches the worm? Then why ain't the afternoon birds all dead from starvation? And why would a worm get up early?? And hell haveth no fury Like a woman scorched... I disagree, anyone down there Is gona be a bit toasted.. Kill two birds with one stone?? Gotta' be a boulder than, And they ain't easy to throw... The journey of a thousand miles, Starts with an instep?? What do you gotta step in?? One in the hand is worth two in the bush?? Really?? You mean thorns, right?? Dead men don't tell no tales?? They don't say anything, far as I know Something good is worth waiting for??? Only if it pays interest... I don't know... I guess you all think I'm mad... I'm not angry, Just confused... Help!!!!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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