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Coop
‘Of the feathers you'll find in the flock,
The smoothest are mine.’ Crowed the Cock.
To the henhouse he shuffled
Completely unruffled,
His henpecker hard as a rock.
The Hen snatched the comb of the Cock
And parted the lips 'neath her frock
(Despite all the quips, A chick does have lips) And jumped that old Cock with a squawk. Goat The lad from the Blacksmithing Shop Had stalled in the barn for to hop On the goat from behind But got there to find The goat getting hopped by a cop. Moths Consider that species of moth Whose scrotums have made them full wroth. Their balls go in pissers Where hitters and missers Reduce them to camphorous froth. Catz A fleet footed pussy is Redz. Wherever he goes, he turns hedz. He plays on the lawn. He’s here then he's gone. He’s faster than kidz wearing kedz. A secretive pussy is Redz. I hear he’s a spy for the fedz. He’s a Flemingesque lover That works under cover, And oftentimes commandeers bedz. A peace loving pussy is Redz. He grooms all his fur into dredz. No dolphinesque fish Will sully his dish, His catnip is better than medz. Turkey I'll pluck it myself, on my word. Said John, of the holiday bird. He cuffed it. He poked it. He stuffed it. He choked it. And that's how his vision got blurred. Pigs A pig in a poke got to thinking That his sausage was better off linking With the buns of his sow. So he porked her and pow! Five piglets popped out-- they were stinking. |
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