A whistler went outside to play;
He got a bit carried away.
While playing his whistle,
He fell in some thistle;
I heard that thing three miles away!
A young whistle maker's gone daft!
Seems he lost it while honing his craft.
He upset his chances
For further romances
When he drilled the note holes in the shaft.
A buxom young whistler, all that,
Found her whistle impeded by fat.
She had liposuction
And an ample reduction,
But now she's a little bit flat.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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