There once was a product named cheese,
It originated in a cave amongst the tree’s,
Pee wee did find it while playing on his knee’s,
A devil of a time we had getting rid of all his flea’s…
Cheese does make me sneeze,
Unless I am surrounded by the oceans sea’s,
You all gotta watch that guy pee wee’z,
He is disgustingly dirty and full of disease…
Then there is that Neanderthal guy,
He thinks he is gorgeous Georg in disguise,
In his hand he always has cheese French fries,
Probably why he has in the family the biggest thighs…
So, the moral to the story is as follows,
What with a head like Pee Wee’z always hollow,
He has the brains of a barn swallow,
Sorry, there is no moral to afterall follow…J
© ed J 9/28/07
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Take care,
Sherry
Your Elder brother
will always make me sneeze. (that's why there's holes in some of that cheese).
Kathy
Sorry about that; saw all that cheese, and I went crazy! LOL Cute write; think I'll get some American cheese now to nibble on....
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Nice write Ed!!
Annie
Walt
And this after your visit to Rene....no bloody wonder...lol!!
Love Tinka
Well done, Ed: yer a mess.
(((HUGS))) and love (say Howdy to Rene and Rufuz *wOoFF!*), Karla.
I insist you read this one at the Creek Cave Recital, I can't wait to see the look on your Brother Edvard's Face.
"Hey, Edvard! Are them cheessy fries in your loin cloth, or are ya just glad to see me??!!"