Timbucktoo

There once was an old man from Timbucktoo
Who made the most terrible stinky stew.
A pot full of meat
So rancid can’t eat
Even the vultures stayed clear of the brew.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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De Beaulieu Avatar
July 7, 2017 at 1:07 PM
Hello Alfred,these vultures were smart not to eat the meat. I am making this poem my favourite.
De Beaulieu Avatar
July 9, 2017 at 11:20 AM
Your welcome.
Berggren Avatar
July 7, 2017 at 3:21 PM
You honor me,Dar, by making it your favorite.
Turner Avatar
July 7, 2017 at 11:36 AM
He fed it to drifters and drunks, It tasted like essence of skunk, made them all heave, not hard to believe, he called it Alfred's Funeral funk:)
Berggren Avatar
July 7, 2017 at 12:18 PM
Now you've given me a laugh with your great witticism.
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