Crotches and Scotches

There once was a bold prig named Wiener
who had an unsightly demeanor
he took pics of his crotch
after two shots of scotch  
"Where's his wife? Well nobodies seen her."
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Chakrabarty Avatar
January 12, 2015 at 11:56 AM
Hahaha perfect nonsense. Great. My fav form. Love Debbie. take care....rajat
Nance Avatar
June 20, 2014 at 8:31 PM
hahaha great! I love your sense of humor!
Devonshire Avatar
March 29, 2014 at 1:31 PM
Dear Deb, I don't blame them from staying away from "Wiener." Had a great laugh reading this. Way to go, gal! Love, Carolyn
Jones Avatar
March 27, 2014 at 11:48 PM
Love love love it....but wasnt impressed with his pics..:-) :-) :-) :-)
Horne Avatar
March 17, 2014 at 11:50 AM
lol, had a good chuckle at this, Debs - congrats on your wins too : )
Richards Avatar
March 14, 2014 at 8:34 PM
Silly lady stood by his side.......(hmmm I wonder if she's still there?) This is written by the limerick queen of the soup !! love it!
Pettit Avatar
March 14, 2014 at 7:00 PM
Cute poem. It can't be for St. Patrick's Day because Wiener is drinking scotch instead of Irish whiskey.
Dom Avatar
March 14, 2014 at 6:21 PM
Ha, ha! Don't botch the scotch.
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