Escort Us To a Tortoise
Escort Us To a Tortoise
While I was riding around on a tortoise,
Had suffered from case of rigor mortis;
Thought was best;
Was hard to digest;
We named first child Unum E. Pluribus.
Jim Horn
PS.
Dug own grave with hands being shortest.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2018
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