Her stern was much wider than her aft Though her starbord side looked like a raft But the width of her gunwales And fill of her mainsails Made her deepness the same as her draught
When I hear Cliff sing "Mistletoe And Wine" it makes me want to throw Up into a bucket But then I think. "**** it, There's only five more weeks to go!"
To deal with a shrew needs no guess I know just the thing that works best At first she said "No!" And again she said "No!" But at last she said "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Eye of newt, wool of bat, hubble bubble The Thane's hopes shall all come to rubble By lying with truth He'll do deeds that aren't couth Banquo's line shall outlive all his trouble.
The answer the great men had sought Was given, at last, by Deep Thought But the question, it seems Is concealed in our dreams And can't be begged, stolen or bought