No Body Nose
by Sandra S Corona
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Laughter is the best medicine so I'm dishing out geneous helpings with this silly ditty :)!
A crooked little crickets'
nose ran. He ran to pick it;
slid on a peel--banana.
They wound up in Havana
until Castro picked his nose.
"What horrid, little creature
has 'this' thing as a feature?"
Crick was unknown in Cuba--
threw it into a tuba.
When 'it' played, the nose rose, blew.
The musician had to run
(they thought him rude, makin' fun)
and, Shirley, the nose, ran too.
The little cricket then knew
he had no choice -- got tissue.
He caught Shirley a runnin'
but was tired of a chasin'.
Ketched her! Then came vacation,
high-jacked, went to Havana
until Castro blew his nose.
Where Shirley went . . .
no body nose.
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|Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
|What a ride. What A Great LOL Thanks Sandy
|Reviewed by M. B.
|What an adorable riot of words! Love this up beat off beat silly little ditty! :)|
|Reviewed by Larry Rochelle
|Now Castro's on a toot! What a hoot?|
|Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
|This is very funny and thanks for the post.|
|Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J
|Thank you Sandra, as life is hard, laughter is a dire need.
Love from india - Joel -
|Reviewed by Fritz Barnes
|Clever! Enjoyed it!|