Kirkpatrick, my friend, you've met Kiz?
She's everyone's favorite Ms.
No Freudian slips
Ever slip through her lips;
She's the hippest thing west of Cadiz.
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Kirkpatrick, my friend, you've met Kiz?
She's everyone's favorite Ms.
No Freudian slips
Ever slip through her lips;
She's the hippest thing west of Cadiz.
Yes my bunnysome chum
I have had the pleasure
to meet Kiz,shall we all
go together,whatever
the weather,and camp
out in Biarritz!
Warmest regards Michael.
I once knew a gal from Tucumcari
Between the sheets she was awfully scary
She scratched my itch
Raised a fever pitch
And nearly gave me a coronary
My turn:
There once was a Gentlemen's Club
t'was more of a brothel than pub
those girls, they were bad
so scantily clad
yet more than one lad got the snub
^ ZING hahahah
I once I knew a fellow named Knute
Who went to a house of ill repute
He was nervous and tense
Anxious to commence
But bounced when he found he had no loot
There once was a chap in a suit.
A bunny! Its funny, it's cute!
Reality's gnu,
and let me tell you -
his lym'ricks are really a hoot!
Thanks Kiz. :) You caught my slavishness to meter and even my fondness for internal rhyme.
(Hey, Sanch! Welcome back! :) )
In the throes of my middle life crisis,
Haunting bars where the harlot entices,
Sweet Prudence cried, "SIN!"
But Thrift said, "Then again,
It's a sin to say no to these prices."
:lol:Quote:
In the throes of my middle life crisis,
Haunting bars where the harlot entices,
Sweet Prudence cried, "SIN!"
But Thrift said, "Then again,
It's a sin to say no to these prices."
I'm heir to a spark of hell's flame,
And it goes by the name MY MIGRAINE.
One hemisphere's dull,
So the cup is half full--
Of headache and bone breaking pain.
Sorry, couldn't manage a funny one today. :(
Hope you are feeling better, migraines are NO picnic...
Maybe this will cheer you up, dear friend:
There once was a girl who was rude
her manners were coarse, they were crude
then swept off her feet
a young man she did meet
but the dude was so lewd that she stewed
Thanks kiz. My migraine has spread its leathery wings and flown back to Hades for now. I appreciate your thinking about me.
Buddhist Dilemma
I try to keep a clean house.
But my garage--well, there dwelled a mouse.
He's now in Nirvana
Or hell--"I don't wanna
Have your karma"--so says my spouse.
It's hard to feel friendship for slugs.
They're slime from their tails to their mugs.
But laid next to leeches,
The son of a beeches
Are cuter than damned ladybugs.
Each day I awake with a start
and its not with the sound of a lark
its those feverish crows
bellowing their woes
that my interest in guns is now sparked...
*sigh*