#badpoem for return from vacation: My neighbor picked my two red peppers While I was away. This was on the up and up. Before I left, I told him, “They’re getting ripe, better eat them. My neighbor was so grateful That he e-mailed to tell me My peppers had been julienned and served With tomatoes, perslage and pumpkin seeds, Which reminds me of a story My ex tells on his uncle Who hires a guy to work around the yard, Tells the guy, “There’s a six-pack in the basement fridge, “Feel free. Drink as much as you want.” End of the day, the uncle checks the fridge, Reports, “The bastard drank two beers!” My peppers were not those common green ones. They were plump and red.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 13:15:53 +0000
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