Fee was arrested,
The party got out of hand,
Everybody contested,
When the cops took away the band…
Maybe we all went overboard,
When to the ceiling we hung his Harley,
At the party, believe me we were not bored,
Except for his Canadian dishes,
They all tasted to me like barley…
He didn’t import the right flies,
He tried to use moose flies to get by,
Okay, so I called the cops to report his lie,
Who knew they would arrest him,
Who knew from his poetry, that he was a Canadian mafia guy…
© ed ~ 11/1/08
Newfie Hugs, Rose
See ya'll at the Christmas Party
Fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
She was really hoping that Freaky Fee would put us up for awhile. And you had to get him arrested. Oh, Man...
And leave those cats alone, Bro!
But, like Edvard says, Tahiti is really nice this time of year.
Ted
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
I am taking PeeWee to Tahiti until all calms down.
Bye bye sucker!
Edvard the elder