Word Twister Words and Music by Bill Pere The hot coals from the barbecue had warmed my baked potato The radio said "watch out for a very strange tornado" It said this twirling twister could make your tongue twist words I lay there on my comfy cot and said "That's just absurd!" The twister hit the barbecue, I jumped up when the coals burned through there were were three hot coals...and three cot holes. Have you heard mister, 'bout the word twister? Wished it got my sister, but the twister missed her... The morning looked quite sunny, the boy said "Picnic time!" He grabbed a bowl of Jello, his favorite flavor...lime He sat there in the shade with his pink and purple mug, When up into the Jello crawled a slippery slimy slug The twister hit, he dropped the bowl, he slipped and glugged the slug down whole There was a limey slip...and a slimy lip. --- Have you heard mister, 'bout the word twister? Wished it got my sister, but the twister missed her...   A father and his daughter were out taking a walk All that little girl would do was talk and talk and talk Her father tried to tell her that a storm was on the way She just said "Be quiet, Dad, I've got more things to say!" The twister hit, the trees all shook, she landed in a in a muddy brook There in the dirty water...was the wordy daughter --- Have you heard mister, 'bout the word twister? Wished it got my sister, but the twister missed her... The tailor tried to sew a suit, the storm swirled round his eyes He didn't care or give a hoot which wasn't very wise He was looking for a spool of thread, one that just would fit He just had found the one he needed when the twister hit The twister spun around his house and spun the spool into his mouth There was the fitting spool...and a spitting fool --- Have you heard mister, 'bout the word twister? Wished it got my sister, but the twister missed her...   Little Mister Cobblepot got his oven very hot He was going to bake a blackbird pie, but the blackbird said "You're not!" The bird flew round the kitchen, Mr. Cobblepot was itchin' To get that squawking bird in hand, but he was an awkward little man The twister dumped him in the hot pie crust; turned the blackbird's feathers into dust There was a naked bird...and a baked nerd -- Have you heard mister, 'bout the word twister? Wished it got my sister, but the twister missed her... © Copyright Bill Pere. All Rights Reserved