A porta-potti at Bob’s front gate,
Stinking so that his neighbors do grate,
No its not his voice that does this time not rate,
What can he do, his guard afterall needs a place to,
Dump someplace whatever it is he ate…
His neighbors reeling,
Their kids have a bad feeling,
Tis a chemical odor that does the nostrils invade,
Maybe Bob should his neighbors serenade…?
If one needs attention,
Maybe the guard can practice retention,
Something he should do to help his neighbors,
Before time comes for Bobs eventual to heaven (he hopes) ascension…
© ed ;-) 3/19/09
Janet xoxoxo
And I sure hope your neighbors don't hear about this - you might see lots of fans suddenly going up all around that old motor home of yours, you Jersey Devil, you.
BUT you have clarified the mystery for me at last LOL..
Hugzzz
Ch'erie
That's a stink if you ask me!
Edvard(k)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
finds tjem they can't hide from you no matter how
famous;-)
Fee
Ron