A Doberman You All Wanted To Know
There was an old maid from Duluth
She was known for bending the truth
She'd say, "I'm a guy"
But we knew it a lie
For her momma had named her Ruth
When wandering through the woods
Be sure to pack all your goods
Ne'er know what you'll need
Cigarettes or weed
And please stay away from the hoods
I once had a Gecko with setae
It was nimble but really quite meaty
I wanted to cook it
But dumbly mistook it
For my lost doberman, Petey
Remember that duck in the marsh?
That didn't say "Quack", but went "Garsh"
You plucked out its eyes
Served with side o' fries
Which I always thought was too harsh.
I was peeling a nice juicy orange
When suddenly my wife, Mrs. Sornj
Grabbed me by the neck
And shouted "What the heck!"
"You pilfered my very last lozenge!"
When serving pork and sauerkraut
Make sure no children are about
'Cause when your eatin'
You'll find that you're beaten
And stricken with sauerkraut doubt.
I don't really know what I'm doing
(What is this item I'm chewing?)
My head is a mess
And all this distress
Has taken long years in the brewing
If you care about metre and rhyme
You couldn't make a line like this one
Contributors: | F, N, sp, K8, Karin, Anon., td, snood, keithc, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 22nd August 2003. |