Count
First of all let me tell you that for a living I count every day.
I must at all times be exact on my counts as they are
very important for the type of work that I do.
The town that I live by relies upon my exact and timely counts.
With that been said I will attempt a bit of humor.
There are these two asses standing in a field.
No there's one more laying on the grass making it three.
Must of missed the one near the brook so four.
What's this, one is giving birth so there are five, nope twins
so that makes six. The twist to this is that it's not the asses I have
a problem with, it's what comes out which can really stink.
And just like my story asses can really add up and even
multiply and just when you think you have then all accounted for,
someone else really wants to be one. So since asses only support
you while you sit on them, sit on them and maybe we can keep them shut.
Copyright © Chris Broyles | Year Posted 2008
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