On the chest of a barmaid at Yale,Now...My Grandfather isn't exactly the bawdy sort...but he is blunt and to the point. I wonder if this is in relation to some recent vision issues he's encountered. Should his vision go...I'll have to take him to Yale on a Braille Quest.
Were tattooed the prices of ale,
And on her behind,
For the sake of the blind,
Was the same information in Braille.
Yes...I should be executed for the poor execution of a pun.
Anyway...I hadn't encountered the limerick before and it was reasonably innocent so I thought I would share.
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By the way, happy birthday! I was going to post something on my blog about missing your hot dogs and your wife's potatoes, but I thought my meaning might be miscontrued by people who don't know us.
Anyway, much love and we hope to see you soon!
Yeah, sorry I forgot your birthday old dude. Beth says 'we miss your hot dogs and salt potatoes too.'
Google it and get lost for a few minutes in the magic of limericks. I did!
Miss you all too...got a new grill for the birthday...and the annual delivery of franks and coneys. They were tasty.
Sarah - I'm shocked that you'd miss the dogs...but I understand the sentiment. And it would have been a great post if you'd gone on about my hot dogs. :-)
Tom...thanks for all things Google. They own information. It's all about the tubes...
That is bizarre, Mike. Thanks for the laugh.
Ken, Ted Stevens has got to be the worst Senator there currently is. Are the people in Alaska actually awake during general elections?
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