An expectant mother was being rushed to the hospital, but didn't quite make it. She gave birth to her baby on the hospital lawn. Later, the father received a bill, listing "Delivery Room Fee: $500."
He wrote the hospital and reminded them the baby was born on the front lawn.
A week passed, and a corrected bill arrived: "Greens Fee: $200."
After you've been with someone for awhile, you wind up with your own way of communicating. For example, the other day April hollered at me, "What are you looking for in that closet?"
"Nothing!" I hollered back.
"Well," she shouted, "it's not in there! Look under the bed!"
You pick a phrase, you pick a rhyme...
Repeat the sound another time...
Five lambs and then an extra beat will do ya...
Another rhyme, a rising note, congratulations, you just wrote, another stupid verse to Hallelujah!