There once was a team from The Lake
Who'd constantly give me the fake.
They'd lose to the Lion
And then, loss defyin',
They'd go for one more score to make.
Nice poem, but it strikes me more of an Irishku (i.e. Limerick)
There once was a lass from Georgia Who thought burgers were good for ya The more that she ate The inevitable her fate She soon couldn’t fit through the foyer
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Nice poem, but it strikes me more of an Irishku (i.e. Limerick)
There once was a lass from Georgia
Who thought burgers were good for ya
The more that she ate
The inevitable her fate
She soon couldn’t fit through the foyer
I look forward to your next one.
Clearly I wasn't braining very well that day.
hey, 9-3 beats 8-4, any way you rhyme it.
Good thing we're not playing a 12 game schedule anymore!
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