With a Freezing Ice Pick
There once was a jockey from Reykjavik
Who'd hit his horse with a freeing ice pick --
The horse, it would stumble
The jockey, he'd grumble --
"Shut-up, you old nag, I've a charcoal brick!"
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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