Do You Speak Basque

I’m the lone ranger.No you drive a ford ranger.I wear a cool mask.And you carry a big flask.My mask is the coolest.And the bluest.I bought a personalized mask.And now you’re someone.It’s a very sexy mask.The mask is sexy?Don’t you think I look sexy in this mask.You have to ask?My mask is unique.Are you tweaking?My mask

Not Me

I’m gonna wash a load of clothes.I have tide. It’s not the Crimson Tide.But it will do. I have bleach too.So it will be clean. This has no chlorine for colors.I think I’ll add some downy for softness.And some blue ice for the good smell.Ah hell, thrown in some sanitizer and borax.I’ll dry them with

I Won’t Tell

The new porn. Maskless selfies. Hey babe, mask me off. I’ll send you one too. I won’t tell. I swear.

Let’s Pretend

Let’s Pretend.Let’s pretend we are twelve. Okay, bottom of the ninth in this 1957 Series bases are loaded. The Hammer slowly walks to the plate. He don’s his batting helmet. Swings twice. The pitch floats to the plate. There’s a drive to left, it could be it might be, it’s outta here. The Braves win

Super Fudge

I could not jog for the fog.So I logged onto a blog.I thought it just a cog.But it was just a hillbilly dog.It mentioned a great awakening.For the forsaken ones.I was quiet shaken.I felt taken.It said it was our time.To change the world and let our light shine.Get on with they urged.It’s our time to

A Ribber Runs Through It

I only had one rib. So the lie became a bir. The bur caused a sore. And a cold sore or three. The sore led to little J O E. And D I V O R C E. Friends in the end. It depends. Aisle 14 for depends. A ribber that guy. No, ridder. Goodbye.

Obey

It was not a dilemma it was a slam-dunk.Subliminals are bunk. They were such a joke.Do you like coke.Or do mind if I smoke.Maybe I misspoke.Take another toke, folk. But don’t poke. Except on facecloak. Or twit tock. Just breathe bloke.Then look at your i Tracker.And pass the ritzy crackers.Just one.Today. Obey. RGH1-13-2021

Tread Lightly

Who made the new rules.And changed the schools.Who wanted the world.And watched it unfurl.Who made the plan.Only know to the sandman.Who wanted to be free.To just be.And now you’re in charge.Are you sure you wanted a sinking barge.As we wait for this skit to end.Do you think we’ll just sit and mend.No, as usual the

Jan

In walked Jan.With a cat in hand.From what land.The land of the sand.She’s my biggest fan.Not a man and has no tan. Smart and seeking a new band.She thinks she’s a zero.But Jan is my hero.For it is written.She’s but a kitten.Young and strong.And will join out throng.To right all wrongs.So Jan be cool.For you