Midnight Snackby Frank Niebaum ![]() April 15, 2002 All the summer dumplings want to eat me alive,
I get a hostile greeting even before I arrive! Oh me oh my, I've pissed off the pie! What an unfortunate fate! Why'd I have to delve into the custard so late? Now my gentle dreamland has been turned all amiss, Not a single baby here to give me a kiss! No hills made of quilts, no drummers on stilts, My dreamscape has gone all wrong! Goodbye to Brahms and hello to this Zydeco song! Moon, my friend, oh what I'd give to see your wide smile, Every cake I bite into is filled with a file! No cow up there jumping, the breastmilk is pumping, The little dog's barfing up crack! The spoon is gone, the plate is having a heart attack! Why'd I have to eat those dozen Cadbury eggs? Why not leave the chocolate bunny, or at least his legs? That damn midnight snack that I wish I had back, Oh please dear God let me wake! At least get these sheep to rehab, for goodness sake. Milestones1931: Former commune columnist Sampson L. Hartwig forfeits another "Race Around the World" when it is discovered that he merely hid in a barn for three days, then took a taxi in from the opposite side of town, claiming victory.Now HiringCompulsive Ass-Kisser. Shameless suck-up needed to boost general staff morale and cut down on work days lost to crippling depression. Total lack of discernment required. Insane "Never met a man I didn't like" attitude a plus.Top Things Overheard at Your High School Reunion
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