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More please!!

Alright, I'll stop after this one.

THE PLANET OF MARS

On the planet of Mars
They have clothes just like ours,
And they have the same shoes and same laces,
And they have the same charms and same graces,
And they have the same heads and same faces…
But not in the
Very same
Places

Your turn...

A little sad, but rather wonderful...

The Little Boy and the Old Man

Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon.

Said the old man, "I do that too.

"The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants.

"I do that too," laughed the little old man.

Said the little boy, "I often cry.

The old man nodded, "So do I.

But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me.

And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.

"I know what you mean," said the little old man.

TAM,

Why do I not believe you?

C'mon, contribute.

The general tone round these here parts has been rather downcast...let's lighten it up.

Therefore I offer up another of Shel's beauties:

Bear In There

There's a Polar Bear
In our Frigidaire--
He likes it 'cause it's cold in there.

With his seat in the meat
And his face in the fish
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
He's nibbling the noodles,
He's munching the rice,
He's slurping the soda,
He's licking the ice.

And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.

And it gives me a scare
To know he's in there--
That Polary Bear
In our Fridgitydaire.

Let's lighten the mood.

Offer your favorite limerick, poem, or joke.

I'll step up to the plate: That silly little fish the Crawfree,
has been swimming in my coffee,
and now I've drunk it up,
and he isn't in the cup,
and he's no where to be found,
do you think that he has drowned?

I fear the wrath
Of the Underslung Zath.
Will someone else tell him
It’s time for his bath?

In the undergrowth
There dwells the Bloath
Who feeds upon poets and tea.
Luckily I know this about him,
While he knows almost nothing of me.

The above by Shel Silverstein.