A bicycle-clip salesman, who
Wished to save people time on the loo,
Added, as a hashtag,
A colostomy bag,
And called it the “Pedal and Poo!”
LJ (late one night in St.Martin)
Miscellaneous posts, daily doodles, pastimes, comments, articles and reflections on this and that.
Bahahahahaha.
You’re limerick’s quite full of cheek,
That salesperson’s mind is not weak.
A pedal-and-poo
What a fun thing to do
As long as the bag doesn’t leak!
A generous quip, Robbie Yates,
Is a gesture this scribbler rates,
Your worthy response
I shall toast in a sconce
Of fine port over Stilton and dates
Oh yum! Tasty dates and some cheese.
And port, which goes down with such ease.
I’m now craving some
Cheese and port for my tum,
Can you send a bit over, then, please?
I’ll send an ethereal slice
Of fine Stilton, but here comes the price,
It has sadly been gnawed
By an almighty horde
Of ravening digital mice
By “digital,” I think you mean
The mouse that sits next to your screen?
And if that’s the case
I think we face
Some behaviour that we’ve never seen!
The digital mice that dwell here
In their abstract, ethereal sphere,
Are most noble and proud
Yet at times very loud
When partaking of digital beer
Their digital character ought
To confine them to realms of pure thought
But they somehow transcend
This pure state; to what end?
To rob me of cheese I have bought
Those cheeky electric old mice
Don’t they know stealing cheese isn’t nice?!