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Chicken Soup

I chase him round the hen house; gape on, hens. I picture hot chicken soup on. I put on spectacles, cut off his testicles; now, use-ter be rooster's my capon.

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/12/2012 11:20:00 PM

Just stopping by to say HEY!!

Harry Horsman

Date: 1/10/2012 8:29:00 AM

like this John, harry.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/9/2012 10:37:00 PM

I've been here all night to catch up of course. Wish me luck finishing by 11 (so I can watch Bachelor. haha)

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/9/2012 10:36:00 PM

I had to think a wee bit about the spectacles thinking you slipped on them. But then I realized oh. you put them on your face to see his testicles. then it made a LOT of sense. A good funny. It was interesting how you had the hens to "gape on" and the way you used enjambment there. Keep on, my friend, with those limericks. YOu sure seem to enjoy doing them!