Wednesday, May 4, 2016

A fun little anti-limerick in two verses.

There once was a man from Nantucket,
Whose only goal was to fill two buckets
With his very own spit,
So he had a long sit
And ordered a meal worth ten ducats.

See, the meal that he ordered was roast goose,
And roast goose, as you know, is full of juice.
But that goose, well, it got loose.
And a goose once loose loses its juice,
So he had not enough spit for his buckets.