the Shmoo is a lovable creature it laid eggs, gave milk and died of sheer esctasy when looked at with hunger.
The Shmoo loved to be eaten and tasted like any food desired. Anything that delighted people delighted a Shmoo.
Fry a Shmoo and it came out chicken. Broil it and it came out steak. Shmoo eyes made terrific suspender buttons.
The hide of the Shmoo if cut thin made fine leather and if cut thick made the best lumber.
Shmoo whiskers made splendid toothpicks. The Shmoo satisfied all the world's wants.
You could never run out of Shmoon (plural of Shmoo) because they multiplied at such an incredible rate.
The Shmoo believed that the only way to happiness was to bring happiness to others
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The famous speaker who no one had heard of said:
Ladies and jellyspoons, hobos and tramps,
cross-eyed mosquitos and bow-legged ants,
I stand before you to sit behind you
to tell you something I know nothing about.
Next Thursday, which is Good Friday,
there’s a Mother’s Day meeting for fathers only;
wear your best clothes if you haven’t any.
Please come if you can’t; if you can, stay at home.
Admission is free, pay at the door;
pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
It makes no difference where you sit,
the man in the gallery’s sure to spit.
The show is over, but before you go,
let me tell you a story I don’t really know.
One bright day in the middle of the night,
two dead boys got up to fight.
One was blind and the other couldn’t see,
So they fought in front of a referee,
(The blind man went to see fair play;
the mute man went to shout “hooray!”
Back to back they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
and came and killed the two dead boys.
A paralysed donkey passing by
kicked the blind man in the eye;
knocked him through a nine-inch wall,
into a dry ditch and drowned them all.
If you don’t believe this lie is true,
ask the blind man; he saw it too,
through a knothole in a wooden brick wall.
And the man with no legs walked away.
i saw the huanting
Longing
