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![]() Ode to a SnorerYour snoring keeps me up at night My eye bags clearly tells You sound like a full blown megaphone Blasting at three hundred decibels I dread the thought of getting to bed Another night of infamy An excerpt from the Philharmonic Playing Beethoven’s, Ninth Symphony The mosquitoes are afraid to fly The blades of the ceiling fan are now broken I’ll pour some Tabasco Sauce in your nose To get your nasal passages opened I swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills I downed a dozen beers I can ignore the sound of New York ambulances A good night’s sleep, is still what I revere The doctor said there is no cure I realized all my fears The only thing that I can do Is plug an iPod, into my ears Send this Whackocard to your friends! |