Resteraunts
McDonalds is a place to go,
It's fast food is never slow!
Pizza Hut is rather neat,
On their pizzas there is meat!
KFC is always fried,
But it's chicken is never dyed!
Burger King does not have toast,
But it's burgers I like most!
Long John Silvers is really great,
When you go you take the bait!
Dairy Queen is rather fun,
It's chili dogs come in a bun!
Taco Bell has lots of chips,
And with it's nachos come hot dips!
There is no honey at AppleBees,
Nor is there apple trees!
Pizza King is awful good,
None of the pizza tastes like wood!
I reckon White Castle is okay,
I'd take it over liver any day!
Chi Chi's has mexican food,
So they put you in a mexican mood!
Wendy's is good any day,
It is where Dave likes to stay!
For Steak 'N' Shake the commercials are cool,
Their milkshakes are as big as a pool!
Arni's has yummy pizza,
But unlike Dairy Queen they're not Treatza!
The Olive Garden is really nice,
In your drink they give you ice!
Ponderosa has really good sundaes,
It is open 23 Mondays!
Churches doesn't have pews in it,
It has no sermons that make you want to quit!
The pancakes at Denny's are really chick,
And they make them really quick!
The building for Arby's is really tall,
It's not something you'd want to fall!
I like to eat, this is true,
So I like these resteraunts, old and new!

Tailypo
Dark and cold,
Sunlight sold,
Tailypo.

Give me, give me,
Cannot see,
Tailypo.

Coming, creeping,
Screams and weeping,
Tailypo.

You cooked and ate,
You took the bait,
Tailypo.

My tail, my tail,
The awful wail,
Tailypo.

I want, I want,
I've come to haunt,
Tailypo.

The Wendigo
Howling, howling,
Ever calling,
The Wendigo.

Fire flicker,
Ever calling,
The Wendigo.

Burned to ashes,
Ever calling,
The Wendigo.

Never speaking,
Ever calling,
The Wendigo.

Hunter, hunter,
Ever calling,
The Wendigo.

Indiana gone,
Ever calling,
The Wendigo.

"DeFago...DeFago..."
Ever calling,
The Wendigo.

Weather
Sat. Jan. 16th, 1999
3:00AM
Snow is fluffy, snow white,
It looks dark when late at night.
Rain is wet when it hits my head,
It pounds on my roof when I'm in bed.
Hail is hard, hard as a board,
It will make large dents in your trusty Ford.
Lightening is bright and white in the sky,
Sometimes it hits you and then you die.
Sleet is wet and gooey I say,
It falls a lot when a day is gray.
Thunder is loud and it scares me so,
I jump, and yell, and shout, "Oh no!"
Hurricanes are very wet and windy,
They blow so hard you can't do the Lindy.
Twisters gust and swirl like rockets,
No one can stay on their feet, not even Davey Crockett.
Ice is slippery and makes you fall,
You crack your head and then you bawl.
Dirt is brown and rather gross,
Don't eat the worms, cuz they don't roast.
Monsoons, I say, are slightly wet,
Not not much, mind you, my silly pet.
Weather is bad and evil I say,
From it people die and get buried each day.
Then the worms eat them

Neighbors
Sat. Jan. 16th, 1999
I wonder what they're doing there in that crooked house of theirs,
Maybe they're having a pot-luck feast and invited a couple of bears,
Maybe they invited the whole US Army,
Or one really giant, huge, ant farm-ee.
Maybe they're having a seance,
And are talking to creepy old aunts.
Maybe Bssie the Cow stepped in,
Or maybe they brought in the entire hog bin.
Maybe the dude from the Titanic Miniseries who walked in on Osa in the shower came in and they're running from him,
That's why the lights are so dim.
Or maybe there's a thing in the house called an It, (Or Tailypo)
It wiggles and scriggles, and throws a big fit.
Or it could be a giant great big dark mist,
That grabs all the children and smacks them with it's fist.
Or maybe they found the Fountain of Youth,
And Daddy Frank just relost his first tooth.
Or maybe Blondie jumped on Ratchel,
And made her jump and throw her satchel.
That could explain all the screaming.

Death
Sat. Jan 16th, 1999
3:15AM
The withered old woman who lies in her bed,
Said the doctor, "Not longer she'll have, she'll be dead."
The tears in her eyes, the poor daughter wept,
Off the floor the remains of her organs she swept.
The funeral was dry and dusty to boot,
She sat up, and with a great sigh, declared her last toot.
She laid back again to prepare her last burp,
They all sat in shock when she let out her urp.
Then before she could make anymore sounds,
They shoveled her in, under the ground.
And then the years passed, as the so often do,
Everyone took her money, and then with her they were through.
But the old woman's corpse lat long in its bed,
Long after that old deformed woman was dead.
Then slowly the wood rotted and the worms crept in,
And they pickd that coffin apart to the very last pin.
As for the woman, they ate her as well,
They are her so fast there was no time to ring a bell.
She tasted so good, all nice and so crumbly,
And they just couldn't help but dive in and shout, "Yum, yum, yumbly!"
But then those poor worms flopped over and died,
Because that old woman, the witch, she had lied.
Stupid old woman.

Mass Murderers
Sat. Jan. 16th, 1999
4:00AM
I no longer fear mass murderers, for I have been under the wrath of the birds.
Alisha no long fears them because she knows Chi Livengood.
He's pretty scary.
Mass murderers are scary.
I bet they're also hairy.
They pick their teeth and fart,
And they always hold up Wal-Mart.
Most mass murderers do not have a college degree. (Except the Unibomber)
They wouldn't even know how to climb a tree.
Some use knives and some use guns,
And they always kill the young ones.
But 99% of the time the get caught by the cops,
That's why most mass murderers are big dumb flops.
They come in your house and kill you dead,
While you're asleep in your bed.
Mass murderers suck.

Kitty Cats
Sat. Jan. 16th, 1999
4:00AM
Rachel doesn't like them at night.
I think I'm allergic to them.
They cough on hairballs and choke on furballs.
But they're very cute.
Most of the time.
Sometimes they smell.
I wonder if they eat worms.
It's four o' clock and I can't sleep.
Back to the cats.
Kate is back from the bathroom.
On the way she met Wossy.
Wossy is a cat.
Wossy likes to torment people.
But Greta hits him with a trash bag.
Kate's had too many brewskies.
She doesn't know how many she had.
Wossy almost caught a bird.
Kate is afraid of birds.
That is irrelevant.
back to the cats.
Wossy is going to be declawed once he moves into town.
But he doesn't know it yet.
Blondie sits on top of the stereo and looks out the window and dreams of going outside and catching birds.
Little does she know it will never happen because she has no front claws.
Cats seem to like birds.
I'm still awake.

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