There once was a farmer who lived by a crick,
and early each morning he played with his-----
banjo in the moonlight with the lady next door.
You could tell just by looking that she was a-----
fine country lady with a fine country lass
and when she rolled over you could see her fat----
legs in the moonlight she walked like a duck.
She promised the farmer a new way to----
raise a fine family the girls would all knit
and the boys would be outside shoveling----
corn cobs and cabbages and they did it quite well
and if you don't like my story you can just got to ---
bed.
There once was a rabbi from Keats
ReplyDeleteWho could circumcise very neat
But on the Passover
They kicked his ass over
For he was selling the clippings For meat
Roses are red,
ReplyDeleteViolets are blue,
Most poems rhyme,
But this one doesn't