In The South

Discussion in 'Off Topic Chat' started by graigdavis, May 14, 2004.

  1. graigdavis

    graigdavis TPF Noob!

    Jan 13, 2004
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    In my own little world
    This is a poem I found online one day. I think its one of the funniest things ever, but I have that kind of sense of humor. Thought maybe someone else would get a kick out of it.

    Back up in the South,
    There's a place called Mouth,
    Where the cows love cheese,
    Especially with roast peas.

    This place of mystery,
    Has virtually no history,
    And when the cuckoo crows,
    You know you've gotta pose.

    The laws of Mouth are strict,
    And strawberries are always fresh picked,
    So from the cooker to the frying pan,
    You heard about all the Spam!

    There's canned heat in my heels,
    And I stink of Orange peels,
    But I grab my handy torch,
    And find those marks of scorch.

    Open the door, get on the floor,
    Anybody seen my dinosaur?
    It's fleshy big and fat,
    And wears a lovely bowler hat.

    Many say it's the home of Moses
    But who will buy my sweet red roses?
    Now I'm wobbling at the knees,
    So I'll leave you with one final sneeze!
  2. terri

    terri Administrator Staff Member Supporting Member

    Sep 2, 2003
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    In the mental ward of this forum
    Can others edit my Photos:
    Photos NOT OK to edit
    [puff, puff, pass]

    Thanks for sharing what you've been smoking! :wink:
  3. MDowdey

    MDowdey Guest

    hey!! pass the dutchie on the left hand side!!!


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