Blunderbutt
There was a young man who got mad at us
He started to fume and to fuss and cuss
He said as he sighed
We had definitely lied
When we called his butt a blunderbuss
We surmised he was somewhat in a rut
A dufus, a jerk, anti social, cyber nut
We said with a grin
As we reeled him in
Not Blunder”buss” but a blunderbutt
He said why do you make fun of it
Why laugh and make jokes lacking wit
You know very well
A tale is a tale
A blunderbutt has no where to sit
© Mar 03 2010 Charles Henderson
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