A bottle of Guinness was split on the floor
When the pub was shut for the night
Out crept a mouse from his little hole
And sat in the pale moonlight
He lapped at the frothy brew
Then back on his haunches he sat
And all night you could hear him roar
"Bring on the fucking cat!"
When the pub was shut for the night
Out crept a mouse from his little hole
And sat in the pale moonlight
He lapped at the frothy brew
Then back on his haunches he sat
And all night you could hear him roar
"Bring on the fucking cat!"
2 comments:
the wife of that fearless mouse
came checking her spouse
seeing his 'stash, she snatched his patch
and dragged him to their house.
the moral here, it's said
better less the head
if not for the stout beneath his snout
that cat would now be dead.
Rats! I took the bait again!
came checking 'upon' her spouse!
(math)
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