And can you blame me? All of these were included in a childrens book that I got back when I was a little kid in the
50s. I think the book was called "A Childs book of Fun". I will have to see if I still have it. It was great. BTW, my favorite poem from that book is this one:I'd sure like to holler As fruit juice I swaller. Why do you come so soon? You wake me up at 6 o'clock When I could sleep til noon.
I still feel that way.
C'mon, they said he was Finnish.....
They rushed him to a hospital in a Fjord.
He must have been multi-national, then. The report indicated he did a little Dansk before collapsing.
I however remain convinced that the locale must have been a particular town on the Atlantic coast, north of the Arctic Circle. Events proved that that drink _Bode_'d ill for him.
Now, if a certain corunate gentleman, with horns and tail, had put in an appearance, and dragged the body down through the floor, the I'd agree to _Helsinki_.
Rumor mill has it that he was celebrating his just-accomplished legal name change.
Unfortunately, the effects were so immediate that he barely had any chance to rue the day he was "Bjorn".
Have you no mercy?
I can't believe it! I only have a handful of these rhymes in my head, stuck there by some buddies in junior high school all those years ago. I have never heard them since, yet you guys got all of them. Except this one, which is maybe a bit of a stretch from the others, but somebody here might share my sense of humour:
I beat my head against the wall, My eyes turn 'round and 'round. I smash my brains until I fall And lie there on the ground.
It often comes to mind when I'm trying to program this blasted computer...
- Owen -
He bought the shellac at the BORG?
You mean... the one where Bjorn used to buy it?...Bjorn's Borg?
He was a bit of a sorry sod. No self esteem. Always singing " Bjorn to lose..."
All I need to do is get that song out of my head.... the best way to get rid of a song from your head, is to replace it with another.. lemme think.... YES! The Flintstones theme...the B-52 version...
He then bought a motorcycle and switched to "Bjorn to be wild"...
And his girlfriend had a little Swede in her, if you know what I mean.
Mjosa the summers, he'd go boating on a large lake in Norway.
You've got a Thing about this Nordic stuff, haven't you.
But alas, he left Norway and went back to his his native land as he was "Bjorn in The USA!" where he became a woodworker (we're back on topic now) and learned to use waterbjorn poly...
As the gentleman in Port Vijarta with the hair-lip said, strapping those shaped pieces of wood to his feet:
"Ski, Senor"
Of course not. I *don't* speak French. Never figured out what a "bow coop" was for, either.
Aw Hell, it's all good. Had a prof who told me it was doggerell, told him he was an idiot. We never did get along too well, come to think of it.
Dave in Fairfax
Easy. That's where they teach chickens to respectfully greet chickens from Japan.
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Little Willy home from school where he'd learned the golden rule Said, "If I eat all this cake" Sis won't get a tummy-ache
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Nah, he ain't French and we aren't thanking him for his contribution.
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