Wednesday, March 24, 2010

To My Old Irish Boss

You said that all Irish are smarts
And Ir'land's got state of all arts.
But to keep them all home,
The world made it known
That beer would just make them all farts.

His first joke I heard him utter on the job:
Do you know why they invented beer? (No.)
So the Irish wouldn't take over the world!

1 comment:

  1. I can't think of one
    But since it must be done
    Oh hail, Gutterball
    From your auntie doll
    And, since you speak of smarts
    I will testify that when you get old
    The air around you will smell like farts!
    By one who knows - RQ

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Speaks softer than wings of a dove.
If Shakespeare found time
To write ev'ry rhyme,
You can also write verse from above.

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