Until the Donkey tried to clear The Fence, he thought himself a Deer.
Amoebas at the start Were not complex; They tore themselves apart And started Sex.
I hope the Vandals had thorns in their sandals
God's Road is all uphill, but do not tire; Rejoice that we may still keep climbing higher.
Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.
Don't tell your friends about your indigestion. "How are you" is a greeting, not a question.