Wednesday, December 24, 2014

OP159. Shut out at the Long Branch Saloon

Young Augustus, trail hand from Clear Boggy,
Had a dick like spaghetti when soggy.
     He rode into Dodge City
     To roger Miss Kitty;
She quipped, “Get a dong, little Augie.”

A follow-up by The Limericist...
Augie's eyes had a look that was squinty
And his breath could have used something minty
Hookers told him, "Get lost, uh
Your pitiful pasta
Looks cooked past the stage of al dente."

1 comment:

  1. One of the best I've herd, Augie! I am proud that I McCall you 'brother.'

    Hope you don't mind that I pasted my follow-up 5-liner into OP159. It needs to follow yours, and wouldn't have if I'd let it stand alone as #1562.