(limerick) Intro To A Tom Swifty # 37
I just hate the rank smell of burnt beans
I forgot they were on... ('sin my genes)
When the smoke clears away
Now the dirty work... eh?
You will do it? ... Proceed by all means
said Tom .... with PAN-ACHE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have done that. I have made pot-ash as well.
So just another Tom Swifty