Now that we lost Georg somehow,
To my other brother Peewee I have to bow,
He always picks on me, even at Christmas,
Sometimes he does drive me to cuss…
I send him a little something for a present,
Instead he all but tells me to get myself bent,
He does not ever stop his constant of me torment,
Maybe for a New Years resolution this year,
He will, but I doubt it strongly, repent…
So if you know of this pain in the butt,
Maybe you can ask him to stop pickin’ on me,
He does not listen to me when ask him I do,
He drives me right to the edge of being more of a nut…
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OF YER BELL, PEEWEE HAS JUST RUNG ...
BRO GEORG, THE ELDER, MEDIATOR UN-SUNG ...
BY THE NECK, WOULD HAVE EWE RUNG!
AS BACKWARDS AS YEW ARE, YER HO-GUNG ...
IF PEEWEE WUZ A KEG, YEW'D BE THE HOLE-BUNG!
N' SEW, THUSLY, MY SING-SONG IS SUNG!
SO SAYETH THE SOOTHSAYER - FROM MY TONGUE!
CHRISTMAS 'AGAPE' LUV ... CUZ TK - THE UN-YOUNG ...
Be well,
Christine
He just might get hit with a Coors can....(Empty, of course)
Mary
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Newfie Hugs, Rose
I would never pick on you, don't ya know,
But I, too, miss our old Brother Edvard so,
Quit tokin, and take a walk out in the snow.
Ho, Ho, Ho!
Your Loving Brother Pee Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
PS: Where is that 'little something' you say you sent,
I never got it; oh, where, oh where, could it have went??!!
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