A romantic trout, name of Blue,
Went to his girlfriend to woo:
She egged in the silt,
He squirted his milt,
Then asked,
“Was it good for you too?”
Another from Leonard G. Allmon
A romantic trout, name of Blue,
Went to his girlfriend to woo:
She egged in the silt,
He squirted his milt,
Then asked,
“Was it good for you too?”
Another from Leonard G. Allmon
At the Tabard, said Harry one day,
In a friendly and jocular way,
We’re in no real hurry
To reach Canterbury,
So let’s have some tales on the way.
Thanks to Leonard G. Allmon for this.
A Viking went sailing Down Under
and returned with some very strange plunder.
For who needs a roo
or a didgeridoo
in the land of Valhalla, I wonder.