I could probably

Chester S. Chapel

Hobbyhorse rider

Never work in a toolshed

Baseball Mogul names people

With a righteous shiny head

Because I hate tools

I throw rocks at them

Thinks that he is cool

Behind everyone

Basketball tourney

Some people are cool

There are millions of secrets

A half-court shot nails a guy

Others are hippies and such

I only know some

As he goes to pee

They only think so

When people wear those

When I get people

Hartford Noodlefish

Little plastic safety gloves

Rounded up to drop bombs on

Reeling up a basement, How

I know they're my friends

I won’t drop the bomb

Does your garden grow?

I think we could raise

Sometimes it's time to

Nat, Nat-Pat, Natchen

Money by letting people

Play that crazy honky-tonk

Edna Larson, behold the

Throw food at George Bush

But maybe not now

Alias of love