Allan Morley

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What A Wonderful World, antigrammed.

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see crooked men filch out of greed
While poor men beg for what they need
And I think to myself what a godawful world.

I see misery, sin, unkind robbery
Ethnic enmity, the hated tyranny
And I think to myself what a godawful world.

The money-hungry companies that search for hidden oil
Are also renowned for the ability to despoil
I see bloodshed, sorrow, layoffs at work
All because of Bush gone berserk

I see stores with only trash on their shelves
I hear rednecks yelling "Go $%#^ yourselves"
And I think to myself what a godawful world
Yes I think to myself what a godawful world.

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The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the second day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Two turtledoves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the third day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Three French hens,
Two turtledoves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtledoves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtledoves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Six geese a laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtledoves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Seven swans a swimming,
Six geese a laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtledoves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Eight maids a milking,
Seven swans a swimming,
Six geese a laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtledoves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a milking,
Seven swans a swimming,
Six geese a laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtledoves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Ten lords a leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a milking,
Seven swans a swimming,
Six geese a laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtledoves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a milking,
Seven swans a swimming,
Six geese a laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtledoves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a milking,
Seven swans a swimming,
Six geese a laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtledoves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

And she didn't stop there, either:

on the thirteenth she gave me a roaring lowland gorilla;
on the fourteenth, gave me an eleven-dollar bill;
on the fifteenth, gave me a fire extinguisher in a large snood;
sixteenth, gave me a dried ginseng pudding;
seventeenth, gave me irregular billiard balls;
eighteenth, gave me nine random snapdragons;
nineteenth, gave me a rare parsnip;
twentieth, gave me a narrow Mongolian gangplank;
twenty-first, gave me nine soiled red cardigans;
twenty-second, gave me burglarproof nail clippers;
twenty-third, gave me organic pepper sweets;
twenty-fourth, gave me a nice cold sarsaparilla spider;
twenty-fifth, gave me mirror-lensed wraparound swimming goggles;
twenty-sixth, gave me a carnivorous slug;
twenty-seventh, gave me weird erasers;
twenty-eighth, gave me an udderless bison;
twenty-ninth, gave me a rusted leg-muscle exerciser;
thirtieth, gave me a normal wax ringworm;
thirty-first, gave me some margarine in a cauldron;
thirty-second, gave me an unlicensed salamander;
thirty-third, gave me a box of nine diverse curries;
thirty-fourth, gave me several trillion caterpillars;
thirty-fifth, gave me an unsliced rodent;
thirty-sixth, gave me a sudden picnic;
thirty-seventh, gave me a ginger spaniel;
thirty-eighth, gave me a second ginger spaniel (no relation);
thirty-ninth, gave me classic veal porridge;
fortieth, gave me nine sane dugongs;
forty-first, gave me poisoned lollipops;
forty-second, gave me an aspirin for dinner;
forty-third, gave me an original German sundial;
forty-fourth, gave me a minced herring;
forty-fifth, gave me a carrot stuck in a swollen, overripe mango;
forty-sixth, gave me nine dried pig droppings;
forty-seventh, gave me an underwear dispenser;
forty-eighth, gave me some marvellous surrealist drawings;
forty-ninth, gave me nine depressed goslings;
fiftieth, gave me salad dressing, glorious salad dressing;
fifty-first, gave me limitless pairs of dullish scissors;
fifty-second, gave me leather suspenders and a sporran;
fifty-third, gave me a wild sow dressed as a druid;
fifty-fourth, gave me a series of sedans and lorries.

At this point I was crushed under all the weight and bled to death in seconds... and then this so-called true love of mine prodeeded to collect the insurance because she'd managed to make it look like an accident. Bitch.

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Updated: May 10, 2016


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