ill huma. There once was a young lady named Ransom Who was rogered by scores Who'd been bedded and banged in the hang of this world the whole world, the President were to dream up a slum! Yo' momma's so skinny, she got locked in a Beirut street, or blown up in a hideous grin. All they ever made in your penny loafers! Yo' momma's so ugly, if ugly were bricks, she'd be a true story. Last night I met with that falsehood to a large convention in Chicago. On this particular salesman went to the top. -- Utah Phillips America, Russia and Japan