Drinking Beer With Farmer Fred
On my way to use the head,
I ran into Farmer Fred.
Now I’ll be jiggered, and I be dread,
If this isn’t exactly what Fred said.
“Ah, me lad tis time to tinkle.”
“Inevitable consequence of the beer we drinkle.”
“Now hold her steady as you wiz and trickle,
Take a good aim and try not to sprinkle.”
Then as he finished and zipped up his fly,
He gives me the famous Fred wink of the eye.
“Hurry now laddie and empty your bladdie.”
“For a wee more grog, twill make us gladdie.”
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