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
Who wearied of life in the cloisters
They went into business with two old drunks
And decided to farm prairie oysters
5 comments:
Praire oysters? .....okay. ;)
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!
Mabye they should just have stayed with the drunks in the cloisters...
PS I'll look forward to Monday!
And probably were a lot happier and lot wealthier....!
Say...you're not shucking me with this tale are you?
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