The Eggony And Axetasy Poem by steve stirk
The Eggony And Axetasy
Yokels farmyard Crismas time
An yokel dozen ave a dime
Ee’s one foine fowl that gived im eggs
Yet now ee mutch prefers er legs
Ee as the burd yon tabel lacks
Jest one foine belt wiv sharpened axe
Than into woifey, she ta cook
Is turkey didden give a cluck
Usband we shall ave no eggs
'Arr yes moi dear but we ave legs
Let this our merry Crismas be
No Eggony jus Axetasy'
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5/3/2024 9:40:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Whay eggony it was to read still laughing thanks for sharing brightened up a dreary Monday morning BB : O)