Thursday, November 10, 2011

337-338. More gaiety

There once was a fellow named Huggard,
Who at work was a consummate sluggard.
For Huggard was gay
And he wasted each day
Just thinking of ways to be buggard.

A partnerless homo named Art,
Tried something not thought of as smart.
Up his ass, shoved a gerbil,
Which gave him much terbil --
Each time that it wiggled, he'd fart.

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