Hey Mister, Is your dog dead?
Nope, he's breathing and he smells bad
I reckon if he was dead, he'd smell better.
Rimshot please.
It's funny, how funny life is
It's the snow in your face
The bucket of confetti coming at you
Clown car type of funny.
It all is, soak it up.
The author apologizes for the brevity of this lousy composition.
He was listless and bored all day, and has only now come to life.
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