Handy Men Poised With Unguents
If beating fleas was my habit
I might as well be a rabbit
With ointment sometimes I'll dab it
And gab as Hayes, "Dagnabbit!"
If sabers only could stab it
We'd have occasion to grab it
In London town I often cab it.
Then afterwards will blab it
If eating peas was my mission
I'd split 'em without fission
With the gals sometimes I'm dishin'
With the guys I just go fishin'
And as I dream about my starfish
My tummy's feeling snarfish
Contributors: | jm, Chevalier, F, Kansas Sam, Nigel Sly, Jeff Foster, Helen Owly. |
Poem finished: | 29th January 2006 by F. |