The lugubrious prat called Penelope Kat
Was flipping her beast of a cake.
But her voices grew loud
And the cake somehow sour'd
And the prat drown'd herself in a lake.
So old James McBean, too tall and too lean,
Sat down to sniffle said cake.
It, by way of a spoon
Caused his throat to balloon.
Allergic, he expired in her wake.
Now along came the Chumble, a frothy old grumble
And wented he onto that thing.
His tongue spake "Muy Sweet!"
And his heart skipp'd 6 beat.
So he flew back to nest on one wing.
Patrick
Apr 5, 2009
John
May 22, 2009
Tyra
May 27, 2009
Patrick
Was flipping her beast of a cake.
But her voices grew loud
And the cake somehow sour'd
And the prat drown'd herself in a lake.
So old James McBean, too tall and too lean,
Sat down to sniffle said cake.
It, by way of a spoon
Caused his throat to balloon.
Allergic, he expired in her wake.
Now along came the Chumble, a frothy old grumble
And wented he onto that thing.
His tongue spake "Muy Sweet!"
And his heart skipp'd 6 beat.
So he flew back to nest on one wing.
Jun 11, 2009
globalguy
Jul 19, 2009