WELCOME TO THE SHOW.......

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Welcome back my fiends to the Blog that never ends
I’m so glad you could attend,, now I shall offend
Sit inside! sit inside!,, never mind it’s just a ride
There behind a camel everything is painted in blue enamel
Be careful where you sit,, it's going to be a long trip
Come along! sing along! bang the gong! I’ll be wearing a thong!

Come inside,, the bloods about to flow
It's guaranteed that my nose will grow
Buy something sweet and be ready to throw
The greatest show from Hell is starting to smell
You've got to smell my feet,, it's a treat
You've got to take the leap,, the seats are cheap

It will be one nasty surprise right before your eyes
You won’t laugh you’ll just cry then die die die
Come inside the bloods about to flow
Guaranteed to smell like a toilet bowl
Very nice very nice

You gotta see and read my stories
They really are quite gory
Now sit there and be quiet
Don't try to start a zombie riot
I’m going to blow my nose blow my nose
While wearing black silk pantyhose

Soon the FaerieQueen in a vest of emerald green
Will loose her head on guillotine
What a scene! What a scene! The best to be seen!
Next apon the stage in a vat of boiling marmalade
Will be the one and only Billy Shears (its been years)
Roll em! tote em! smoke em! pass it down the aisle!
It’s sure to make you smile!

While putting words on the whitened page
I wish I had seven virgins and a mule
Forget the mule,, I’m no fool
At ten past six,, I’ll be very sick
The liquor did the trick
I’ll be like very other fool
Thinking that I’m another Lincoln
But alas and woe
My stories really are a stinkin’

It all began on a Saturday
No one would come out and play
What a shame
I was so alone
Then the sun began to shine
But I couldn’t find the time
I had to make everything rhyme
The cops broke in and said it was a sin
I then got five to ten,, without a trail
Next time I'll try denial

Now I don't really want to stop the show
But I thought you might like to know
Where I am,, where I am,, where I am
I’m in the slam

I never take a shower,, I stink more each hour
I’m in a room with a peep
In a cage of steel and iron
I think it's all not real,, or I’d be cryin’

And as we go along
I promise not to sing this song
But my stories will still be too loooong
So as I prance apon this stage
Without a clue
I hope I’ve made your day for you
Now it's time for you all to leave
I got to pee got to pee.......……

sung to that misspelled Kanookian song...
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn…...........