Three aliens feasting on Bri
had made quite a mess of the guy.
The first of them said,
as he chewed on the head:
'This doesn't taste that good at all.'
The second one sneezed
as he gnawed on the knees,
but the third one was having a ball!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I have read and commented on this before, but forgot how funny it was! A pleasure to read it again. However, it seems that Bri is still as nutty as ever. Could it be he started with three?
I believe that the aliens, all of them, have upset their stomach and left earth never to come back.
Fantastic, Kim! I hope Bri enjoyed this tribute as much as I did/do. There's no way to go wrong when you combine Bri, humour, aliens and 'prairie oysters.'
M, I HAVE heard of Rocky Mountain Oysters: Bull gonads aka 'balls' : ) I heard they ARE on some menus. ;) Oh! I see Kim mentioned RMO below but said Usually from sheep.
M. J., thank you so much for the comment. Where I grew up, we had Rocky Mountain oysters. They usually came from sheep.
oh my word, I can't get up from the floor where I am rolling around laughing---a thousand stars for a fun read
Susan, thank you for the thousand stars, but even more for your entertaining comment. Now get up off the floor and go write some of your wonderful poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great work! Love the rhyme pattern! Starts like a limerick, and ends like a limerick, but with extra stuff in the middle! Perhaps Bri won't be quite as nutty from now on...