Yank-hanky-pankily,
Benjamin Franklin made
quite a big splash when he
went to Paree.

'Twasn't his big furry
hat that had so many
uppercrust Frenchwomen
crying "Oui, oui!"

Rosa Rugosa thinks
Benjamin Franklin had
something so big that he
frequently drove

Frenchwomen batty with
lust so unquenchable
they would throw sticks in his
pot-belly stove.

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Benjamin Franklin saw
so presbyopically
he could see distant but
couldn’t see local.

That’s what inspired his
finest invention which
wasn’t the pot-belly
stove, but bi-focal.

Anxiously-wanxiously
Benjamin Franklin looked
forward to boat trips - he
hurried to sea

Without his bifocals he
almost went over board
learning the Captain's mate
wasn't a she

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Bi-focals Pot-bellys,
Benjamin Franklin had
trouble perceiving and
fashioned new specs.

Is it suprising his
strange predilection for
those past conceiving and
eager for friendship?

Wrigley-mint impo-tint
Benjamin Franklin's a
man I admire like all
lechers oughter

Then come the day when the
pitiable happened - he
chased a young maiden who
ran - and he caught her.



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History-mystery,
we'll never know if the
myths about Benjamin
Franklin are true.

Let's change the subject to
Samuel Adams while
helping ourselves to a
pint of his brew.

Parliament-quarrelment
Samual Adams served
Boston's tea party in
the harbor's foam.

Then used his writing skills
claiming the colony's
rights and insisted the
British go home.

'If ye love money and
peace found in servitude
forsaking the battle for
freedom - go home.

Kneel down and lick the hand
feeding you mongrels, then
put on your collars. They'll
toss you a bone.'

Thundering-wondering:
Thanks to our forefathers'
fist-shaking, yankees have
hit the big jackpot.

If I lived back in those
days, would I think that Sam
Adams was just a war-
mongering crackpot?


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Hokey-cruel-jokey, we
learn from the movies
the purpose of living is
falling in love.

What they don't tell you is
what you should do when you
can't get the one you can't
get enough of.

Suck on a forty-five?
Jump off a skyscraper?
Live with depression for
forty more years?

Hollywood needs to stop
selling this saccharine
poison to gullible
little girl ears.

Furry-fret-scurry, the
silver fox knaws at her
ankle, adrenalin
making her numb.

Big jaws are thwarted by
little jaws. Little fox
knaws, for she knows there is
worse yet to come.