Sunday, June 01, 2008

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Remember the tale of the disgruntled monks
Who wearied of life in the cloisters
They went into business with two old drunks
And decided to farm prairie oysters


5 comments:

willow said...

Praire oysters? .....okay. ;)

Maggie May said...

I would NEVER like me to eat....
Prairie oysters, cos its meat!
And meat of a dubious kind!
Tennis balls come to my mind!
I'd like to know where they get these "oysters"?
Not from searching in the cloisters!
Business with a few old monks,
Who hang about with two old drunks!
What kind of business could that be?
I'd rather eat crumpets for my tea!

RuneE said...

Mabye they should just have stayed with the drunks in the cloisters...

PS I'll look forward to Monday!

CrazyCath said...

And probably were a lot happier and lot wealthier....!

Dave Coulter said...

Say...you're not shucking me with this tale are you?