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Danny R
Guest
Camp analogy?
When Quasi-modo broke his arms
No longer could he swing
He called on all his nous and charms
To guarantee, his bells would ring.
His mush so grim and so unfair
So squint, as if fresh-sprayed with mace
Would be employed to toll his wares
He’d smack the big bells with his face.
At first, though sore, he did implore
Of volume, he still needed more
So with his legs he swung his donger
And in between each peel took longer
One hefty kick upon the brass
Came back and knocked him on his ass
A facial smack, such was its power
He only fell off the bloody tower!
As quasi lay on cobbled street,
A passer by, I then did greet.
“Know thou this man? If so do tell!”
I answered,”Nay! But his face rings a bell!”
Note: Yes another old classic joke, retold in rhyme. So sue me!
When Quasi-modo broke his arms
No longer could he swing
He called on all his nous and charms
To guarantee, his bells would ring.
His mush so grim and so unfair
So squint, as if fresh-sprayed with mace
Would be employed to toll his wares
He’d smack the big bells with his face.
At first, though sore, he did implore
Of volume, he still needed more
So with his legs he swung his donger
And in between each peel took longer
One hefty kick upon the brass
Came back and knocked him on his ass
A facial smack, such was its power
He only fell off the bloody tower!
As quasi lay on cobbled street,
A passer by, I then did greet.
“Know thou this man? If so do tell!”
I answered,”Nay! But his face rings a bell!”
Note: Yes another old classic joke, retold in rhyme. So sue me!