The Art of Kazoo

There once was an emigrant from Peru
Who couldn't master the art of kazoo---
  It got stuck in his gums
  He poured in some rum---
And now he can play 'Toodle-oo.'
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Gauthier Avatar
April 15, 2018 at 7:08 PM
Lovely limerick, Gershon. LOL
Wolf Avatar
April 15, 2018 at 7:52 PM
Thanks. It's my "Peru Day." Maybe that could be the eighth day of a week, as in Pruday. Ya never know! :) gw
Faulkner Avatar
April 15, 2018 at 1:44 PM
Ha - a little libation and you discover talents you never knew you had! - Take care -
Wolf Avatar
April 15, 2018 at 3:25 PM
Exactly, Michelle! (What do you think I was doing when I wrote this? Ha, ha!) :)
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