There�s A Pango Rib In My Berfulator

Sixteen...or perhaps green.

 

There’s A Pango Rib In My Berfulator
(c) 2007   Mark Pearce

 

                I left my whirlen nuget
                In a bisko pandy store
                I returned to fibulate it,
                But the triscomb wanted more.

                So I pulled my ol’ spumante
                In a gyo-rational rage
                And it poofed a lewd oration
                As it pierced the morgan’s slade.

                Be it ever so humble
                There’s place.  No home be like is.
                And a siezling carbonator
                Be a rusty, busy fizz.

                Is it red?
                It must be Monday.
                Taste a bleezy, fervent sight.
                While the whisco,
                Ever mumbly,
                Will forever
                Bleep at night.

                And the end.

                It is my story
                And forever it be true.
                But there’s worry if you ‘stand it
                If you eat it
                It be you.

Author's Note

Twelve but not on Thursdays. (At least Thurdays in months that end in "y.")

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Quite a punny write. Intriquing. Well done and humorous.
Light,
Siddartha

[JC]

Theodor has returned. I was thinking There is a Woket in my Poket.

LOL!

Thanks for the invite.

JC