This Is Whack Again.

We each take turns with the cutthroat,
and we pick-pocketed his waistcoat.

But all we found was a fish eye
and I pricked my finger on a cacti.

So we left and got some chow-mein,
and it came with a pack of cocaine,

which I guess I really did need,
Until I found I had a nosebleed.

I got light headed and fell on a barstool,
and I had a dream about my gem mule.

I came to, thanks to the barmaid,
who just happened to be holding a grenade.
I like toast!

.:.Blue_Jay.:. ©
Sarah Gammon ©
31/01/07

Part II.
Thanks for reading -xxx-.