There once was a man from Nantucket....

Who put some beer, and some eggs, in a bucket.

The beer did ferment, and the eggs did foment,
the chickens were wild, and truculent.

"I have alcoholic chickens!!"
he
yelled to his cat mittens,

With a wild look in his eye,

"This beer is awful!!" he cried, as he lay down to lie,

while mittens, thought the chickens, quite succulent.

He awoke with a start, and an uproarious fart, to find the chickens, and mittens, quite truant.
----


I could write a better rhyme, with a little more time,
but sometimes you have to say f***it.


The end.
 
*Groan*, I'm so bored, that was actually a lead up to the punchline.............



Which came first the chicken, or the dreg?


"truant" just didn't work at all in that last line, huh.
 
Quote from hoodooman:

Try smoking some weed and then try again.


Yeah, but i quit years and years ago.

Lets face it, I may have well have tried to make a limerick about "oranges."
 
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