Cornholio

Something corny 

Makes me often feel horny

I got lost in your flurry

Taking clothes off in a hurry 

Don’t know where to go

But I know what I know 

You’re all I want to know

I can’t read enough 

Can’t get enough

Could write a billion pages 

Book reports and essays 

Maybe even a screen play 

I’ll forget what to say 

If I don’t write it down today 

In key strokes I can relay 

All things come to mind 

Effortlessly push rewind

On a piece of paper

Digital or in the real

My face transmits 

The stokes of the pen hit

Quick san cend dead mans 

Old wise guys 

Buried miles deep

I hear their questions in my sleep 

Do I slumber or 

Stop and take another number 

Cause I’ve got 

Certa 

Simmons 

Sealy

And more 

At my discount mattress store 

My answers get hairy 

And some guy shouts

You’re killing me Larry 

Sit

And 

Sleep 

Don’t admit defeat 

Take a breather 

You’re light as a feather 

No matter whether 

Or not 

You’re touch runs hot

The slaughter

Somebody’s daughter 

Could make me into a father 

I fathom 

That my cannon 

Is much for you 

To imagine 

A weapon of mass creation 

Mutually assuring destruction 

Fire in every direction 

From what I’ve gathered 

I’ve got quite 

A selection

Of lines 

And rhymes 

To take up

My time

Is long

Which is why

I don’t

Sing

Songs 

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