Monday, September 5, 2011

A silly rhyme written just to see if i could

Fishin' with a loaded .44
...................

My name's Mr. Grisham
And I like goin' fishin'
Mostly 'cause I don't like fish bought in a store.
But in a state of malnutrition
And to help my bored condition,
I tried fishin' with a loaded .44!

Missed the fish and started sinkin'.
And the doctors started thinkin'
How to put me back together like before.
But in a state of indecision,
Failed to make the right incision,
And oh you should've seen the mess and gore.

Let me just say in conclusion,
There can be but one solution,
Attack the problem from the very core.
My condition's from delusion
I could shoot without confusion.
I don't fish with .44s much anymore!

+Joseph Bishara


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