They didn’t have any red onions so they sent me a whole ball of string
I sauted it in the frying pan,with a knotted courgette , and it sang
I am wondering now every Friday, what will the grocery send?
Instead of roast beef they’ll send i Pads or kindles with fire on the wings
I really do need a new doorbell as this one infrequently rings
They didn’t have any red onions so they sent me a hen on a string.
I suppose it may not be the doorbell,just a cat advertising his bling.
We all suffer paranoid feelings, but the police watched me in case I might sting
I am wondering now every Friday, where the art of psychiatry ends
I may be a a little bit backward but string ain’t much good for roasting.
When I boiled three dozen eggs in the toaster, they exploded with a big brassy bang
They didn’t have any red onions so they sent me a pig on a string.