Discussion in 'The Clown Café' started by Pobo the Hobo, Nov 7, 2007.
There is no rhyme or reason to determine who will be a successful poet.
Being a poet in prison has its prose and cons.
We all got to hang together baby, or we all gonna hang seperately.
The judge gave me a suspended sentence, "hanging!"
When the lights went out in the courthouse, they lit candles and we had the trial by fire.
Now the cases have a a dim outlook to them.
The judge didn't even notice when the lights went out because the justice is blind.
You can't win they will never see your point of view.
The apple was concerned it wouldn't get a fair trial if it had a jury of pears.
Upon hearing that the pears disappeared.
Nothing was coming in to fruition.
It was unpearable!
When eating peaches, you sometimes need to take a pit stop.
It's the pits!
Oh, you better stop-pit!
Let's plan a pit-tea party.
Can't we all just get oolong?
Don't tea-se me grandpa...
My girlfriend is always teasing me because I get my directions mixed up.
So I packed my bags and right left away.
Oolong do you think a Tea Party should last?
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