The fountain pen came home again
It sputtered as it spoke
“Come out and have a pint with me,
you driest hairy bloke.”
I couldn’t dare remember where
We wrote the last amok
But what I know from deep below is,
“Man, those beer nuts suck!”
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Happy Thursday! I’m here for the jaunty jests this time.
The fountain pen came home again
It sputtered as it spoke
“Come out and have a pint with me,
you driest hairy bloke.”
I couldn’t dare remember where
We wrote the last amok
But what I know from deep below is,
“Man, those beer nuts suck!”
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