Knock Knock Song Lyrics Jokes Novels & Stories

I say and he scoffs, and I giggle again. “Before you worked for me, who did you work for?” “The muffin man.” “Bobbi!” “Yup, that’s me. But do you know the muffin man? Be a darlin’ and get me a blueberry muffin.” I’m in fits of laughter as I sing the muffin man song. Yes, I’ve lost it, but this is fun. “Hey dickhead, this is some fucking good shit. Maybe you should try it instead of the coke you have been snorting.” I roar with laughter, so hard my belly hurts and I can’t breathe.

I started to sing the chorus as I bounced around, taking everything out of my bag and finding a home for it. I heard the door open, so I stopped singing and turned towards the entrance to the room once it was closed. She had long brown hair and brown eyes. She looked like she could be a model. She smiled and started to sing with me. The fear of meeting my new roommate washed away when she started to jokingly bang her head while attempting to scream the chorus. I did the same, and soon we were laughing and gasping for air, with the music on full blast covering the sound of our neighbors as they slammed their hands on the wall and yelled for us to shut up.

He lamented, his hand on his chest feigning hurt. “You talk too much,” Jonathan gave him a knock on the head, his eyes not leaving the road. “Ouch!” Brian cried. “What the hell was that for?” He stared daggers at Jonathan. “You want to cause an accident with your glare?” Jonathan asked. “That knock was a little too loud,” I said, chuckling silently. “I know right?” Brian agreed. “Wait! Are you mocking me?” He said swiftly turning to face me. “I would never do that,” I said, folding my lips inward to suppress my laughter.

That ringtone reminded me of my birthday. *flashback on the morning of Xavier's birthday* "Knock knock! Knock knock!" I cursed out loud for that annoying sound made by the morning witch herself. "Knock knock!! I said knock knock!" "For the last time Linda, the door is not locked!" I marched my way to the front door and threw the door open. I glared at the blonde hair witch with a goofy smirk and her amused boyfriend. "And next time knock on the door using your hand not your mouth."

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

Jerome and Miranda were stunned when I knelt and cried. Everyone around us went silent, their eyes turning toward us in unison. Many of them recognized Jerome and began whispering. "Isn't that Jerome and Miranda? Who's the one kneeling?" "She just said husband—wait, don't tell me he and his wife…" The hushed gossip reached Jerome's ears. His face paled and he tried to pull me up. However, my knees were stuck to the ground—I did not move.

* means thirds person pov and ** means back to first-person pov. Enjoy. --- "Knock knock", Elijah finally asked after I Literally begged him to do something because I was super bored. It was Thursday evening and we were doing our homework and then I finished mine and got bored so I decided to bother him. "Cow says", I said biting my lip to control my laughter as I look at him with fun-filled eyes, and he threw me an amused look, his lips twitching upwards in a smile as well.

“Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock!!” “Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock!!” “Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock!!” The knocking was so persistent that she hissed to herself and walked to the door to check if it was truly on her door. She stood away from the door a bit and spoke out loud from the distance. “Here?!”, she shouted for whosoever outside to hear. “Yes ma’am!”, comes the reply from outside making Jane frown. “ So the knocking was truly coming from the outside of my door. Who could it be? Another unwanted and uninvited guess or?”, she questions herself in a lowly life.

I promise myself that this journey can’t end without Sadie smiling. Now, I'm walking along with her, and even though she's wearing a mask, her eyes are not the same happy ones she was giving Georgia when they talk. Fuck, how can I make her smile again? “Umm…” When Sadie looks up at me, I look straight ahead, fumbling my fingers. “Do you know about the…The man who made knock-knock jokes?” It takes a few seconds before she asks “What?”