There once was an old pencil made of lead
It could draw everything he never said
When it drew a green fart
He thought it was fine art
Now he wonders if the pencil is dead
Tag: Limerick
Guinness love
There once was a glass of cold Guinness,
drunk only by the old fart named Inness.
When the icy stout touched his lips,
thoughts of Bessie startled old hips.
Now he’s bouncing and pouncing about.
C & K 