It was Monday night and I couldn't sleep. I decided to stay up and work on some stuff--and then when I did go to bed I was hitting the "goofy" side of staying up.I was lying in bed singing to myself the song that starts: Hush little baby don't say a word, Poppa's gonna buy you a mocking bird. After singing about the bird, the diamond ring, and the silver mine, I realized I had absolutely NO IDEA what came next. So I made it into a game with one rule. No matter what I came up with, I had to rhyme it.
Here is my favorite verse:
...Poppa's gonna buy you a corner of Iraq. If Iraq gets conquered by insurgents, Poppa's gonna buy some Surf Laundry Detergent. If that detergent don't get you clean, Poppa's gonna buy a nuclear submarine.
At this point I started laughing right out loud. It was late, I was goofy and making myself laugh. I wondered who could possibly understand the joy I found in that. I'm posting it here to see if any of the rest of you find it as funny as I did.
2 comments:
My sister, the nut.
Personally, I've always thought the song was a sham, because what man wants to do all that shopping? "Mockingbird don't sing? I ain't goin' back to the store."
You're such a crackhead. But I love you anyway. :)
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