A lawyer was he,
By the name of Groin,
He grew up in a town called Burgoyne,
Like most lawyers all he wanted to do was make the coin…
Yep, old Mr. Groin was a dickhead,
He was quite better off dead,
In the courtroom he was to others a dread,
He should havebeen a doctor instead…
He was willing to work for any jerk,
Money was his only in life perk,
He was supposed to leave everything to his clerk,
But when she did kill him, he did go to the grave with a smirk,
For all his money he did will to a certain young turk…
It seems he did hide his life in the proverbial closet…
© ed ~ 10/31/05
Where on earth do you get your pictures;-)
As for the poem it is funtastic!
Woof Rufuz!
Love,
Eileen
Calvin
Geeeeeeez you are something else!!
Love Tinka