Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime
My mate on the coast used to train a porpoise
Instead of Fred, he christened it Habeus Corpus
Then he worked with a bottlenose dolphin
And used it as a caddy when he went golfin’
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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5 comments:
If his caddy is a dolfin,
Then he must be bad at golfin'.
He really shouldn't aughter,
Spend so much time in the water.
From having "the body" to having "a caddy", how posh is that? Writ of the times? ;-)
LOL! Brilliant!
He had a turtle called Frank who he liked a lot,
but his jealous wife put Frank in a pot.
Upset and hurt, he left his wife,
and set out to find a brand new life.
He searched high and low across the seas,
to find a replacement who was more than a tease.
Today you'll find him on a tropical isle.
He's living in sin with a lobster named Kyle.
This poem you wrote about a big fish
Is a fantasy, a hope, a wish
Next you'll tell us of a whale named Dennis
Who has a racket, he's good at tennis.
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