My friend who is one spoiled cat gave me the picture below for the Thursday Poetry blog;
Henry figured he would have a ball
Taking supplements until his muscles became big
Nothing that could be covered by a leaf of fig
But his nuts stayed small
He gave his gal Deidre a call
Who loved the way he looked
But there was one thing that had her spooked
His nuts were still small.
He looked at the supplements her had been putting in his guts
And call the 1-800 number to file a complaint
When he reached a technician he stated his lament
The muscles were great but he had tiny nuts
She excused him with a series of tuts
And said his nuts did not get smaller but were out of proportion
And then she had a notion
There was a powder he could take to plump up his nuts
Henry ordered the powder no if and or buts
And went to sleep anxious to see what the powder would do
But woke up in the dark at a quarter of two
He thought he had two large beach balls between his legs but they were his nuts
Henry could not get out of bed he was in a rut
And called 911 for some aid
Soon entered the fire brigade
Whose Captain said look at those massive nuts
To get him free they had to make the unkindest cut
And then the Brigade captain had to report
In front of a tribunal in the court
How three men were injured by runaway massive squirrel nut attacks
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