side view theme: joke
A Fanie walked into a bar
And ended up bashing his nose -
Hear everyone laughing, ‘Ha, ha!’
As blood on his shirt-front there flows.
And next he sat down on a stool -
Deposited there by a hound -
Squelched up again, looking a fool,
With brown on his seat to be found.
To walk to the counter did strive;
And ordered a drink, then, to go;
The counter went ‘Two, three, four, five!’
The drink, though, quite rudely, said, ‘No!’
The barman drew cork nice and slow,
But, such illustration refused,
Fanie downed his wine with a low blow,
And so was of cheating accused.
Does picture I’ve drawn for you now,
In giving amusement succeed?
Just look at him: surely you’ll vow,
‘That is bloody Fanie, indeed!’
© July 2011 Colonialist (Letterdash/WordPress)