Once a dreadfully flatulent horse
Was, for pulling a carriage, in force:
Fares emerged from the haze
In a bit of a daze …
The driver was Gaston, of course.
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Once a dreadfully flatulent horse
Was, for pulling a carriage, in force:
Fares emerged from the haze
In a bit of a daze …
The driver was Gaston, of course.
I’m always a fan of Gaston. 🙂
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Smiles all around! Gaston…oh, I do love a pun and scatological humor all wrapped up into one! What fun! 🙂
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Must admit I enjoyed penning that one!
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Aha ‘n lekker dik een
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Geweldig dik!
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Oh boy, I’m trying to imagine figuring out it wasn’t a log and the first thought.
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The most instant way of becoming a ballerina of note, without the need for any lessons!
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Not crying any crocodile tears over this one.
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Or pausing to be welcomed, like little fishes, in the gently smiling jaws!
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😀
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🙂 🙂
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There once was a man of verbosity
Who loved words with savage ferocity;
Waxing profound,
He fell to the ground,
Knocked out by his own pomposity.
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He was richly deserving of that,
To be knocked by loquaciousness flat –
But with rhetoric high,
Soon squawked to the sky,
For there was a poeia on a mat!
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