Say What? Poem by George Hunter
Say What?
If he's a dead unknown, he's a John, John Doe.
He's a John if a client of a 'ho.
And worst of all, at the break of dawn,
We all get up and go to the John.
Babies, when they have to sprinkle,
Do something that Mommy calls a tinkle
And that yellow stuff, I'm fain to utter
Whatever it is ain't peanut butter.
Oh, looky! Baby did an ackey-pookie
To make up these words, we must be kookie!
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