Why am I picked on,
I mean I bath pretty regular,
I use soap & shampoo,
Once a month just for you…
No longer have I got any undies,
They took them, those bad Mounties,
Their tracking dogs won’t of them sniff,
I hope them fella’s get a disease,
No longer will they be able to remain stiff…
Personally I don’t drink beer,
So running out of coors I don’t care,
But having to put up with two brothers out on the frontier,
With no Coors to keep them happy, they turn queer,
With each other it is disgusting to watch,
But when they try to include a wayward steer,
That’s when I draw the line & into the forest I do disappear…
© ed ;-) 1/26/09
Newfie hugs, Rose
Splish-splash . . . LoL - a great and humorous write!!
Always the Best,
Lance
With all this awashin’, arinsin’ and scrubbin’
You’ll drown all the maggots, and have little grubbin’
Sometimes you really come up with them! This is great, Thanks for the laugh...again.
Mary
Edvard (not "that" Elder)
moose if you swing back North again...
fee
PS Edvard likes steers; I prefer a cute moose.
ROTF! You crack me up and add more fuel to the fire. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Just remind me not to be downstream when you take your bath. LOL