Limerick № 100418
On the Discovery of High Noon and The Devil in a Glass Jar.
Whenever I think of the West
It reminds me of times of unrest
When a young, bleeding man
With a six-gun in hand
Harbors doubts that he's truly the best
I found Satan out in my yard
He demanded my soul I discard
I remained unafraid
For he threatened and brayed
From within his wee hell, tightly jarred
5 comments
Good ones, even with my confusion.
"In England Smoky the Bear is not the forest fire prevention representative. They have Smacky the Frog.
It's just like a bear, but it's a frog. I think it's a better system, I think we should adopt it. Because bears
can be mean, but frogs are always cool. Never has there been a frog hopping toward me, and I thought
' man, I'd better play dead. Here comes that frog...' You never say here comes that frog in a nervous
manner. It's always optimistic. Hey here comes that frog, al-right. Maybe he'll come near me so I can
pet him, and stick him in a mayonnaise jar, with a stick and a leaf, to recreate what he's used to."
- Mitch Hedburg (Hilarious
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