Dr. Bonnie’s Bond Fire
While I was swinging my mighty shovel at those three intruders.
The shovel hit the waterbed, out came the water, oodles and oodles.
Oh, I’m in one heck of a mess with all this water all around.
I have to try to survive this flood, I must go under ground.
Oh what good fortune, there was a hole in the floor from the old coot’s head.
As I went down into the darkness, I grabbed a torch from the post of the bed.
I was in an underground stream floating in front of my old home.
When I saw that old coot sitting on the bank, totally alone.
He was the one I whacked with my mallet on his bald, bald head.
It was that old coot who thought he could make Doc Bonnie dead.
So he’s still alive an enjoying his revenge is he, he has a lot to learn.
And as I floated past him, I threw my torch and watched the old coot squirm.
The flames were so intense that I got tanned while I floated by.
As I looked back I saw nothing left of that old coot in the sky.
But there are two brother’s left who seems to have escape my wrath.
“We’ll see how long that last,” I thought getting into my bubble bath.
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Dr. Bonnie
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lindalaw
Such a shame, ole doc Bonnie got kicked in the shin,
Burned in a bond fire, attacked by some Ed's,
Drowned in her water filled bed,
Perhaps she should take a sleeping pill,
So no nightmares will come from her head...e
You declared war on us now go eat your humble pay (crow around here)
And I see you still popping those pills of yours...STOP DREAMING YOU QUACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ed the Elder
PS I am sending a complain for desecrating our picture!
CarolHawks
You did it to poor Ed again. These stories are so great, as I've told you before, you have to get them published! Be ashame not to share you two nuts with the rest of the world!
Mary
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D LOL