Graham Words

For so long has my own fate been kept a secret Funerals, and airports, and the seasons, and all the other contingent transactions... I can't remember the last funeral I went to or who it was for, and I worry about the next one Why do we feel most close when we say goodbye, yet so distant when we're together? Leave it to an airplane to make all the difference Some leaves are green, others yellow, while a few trees are barren The pavement looks like the outrunning of light this first cold October night Mortality is heavy as a winter coat, though it doesn't keep you warm

The springs of remembrance taste good, wouldn't think that it was backwash Yet dreams and longings never could make up for all the lack of talk Scrupulous soap, H2O hot, try to wash away the backwaters, but still the memories bother, dripping down your sleeves like tap water

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair. Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he? Fuddsy Wuddsy was a burger, Fuddsy Wuddsy had lots of workers, Fuddsy Wuddsy wasn't duddy, was he? Heck no! Fuddsy Wuddsy wasn't duddy! In fact, Fuddsies is very yummy. Third-pound bacon cheddar with jalapeño cheese sauce chummy, collecting tomatoes and pickles from the toppings bar without paying extra money. Fuddsy Wuddsy wasn't duddy!

[By AD 3000, domestic animals had become so successful at adapting to human standards that humans had ceased to exist. So instead of there being house pets living alongside humans, different animal species now live together in apartments and houses. Here's a typical scenario...] After a long day's work, Perry the Possum plopped on the couch to watch  Phineas and Ferb , to which a po-faced Plato the Platypus piped up, "Turn off the telly! You're wasting your time away living in the cave." "Sometimes you speak with the confidence of the author of the Republic, " groaned Perry. "I do have the same name after all!" retorted Plato. "That much is true. You know, back when there were humans, Canadian television viewers used to have CraveTV. But as for me, I'm watching CaveTV!"

What is the perfect name for a moth who enjoys nautical fiction?  Herman Mothville.