I love a sunburnt country.
A land of sweeping plains.
Of ragged mountain ranges.
Of droughts and flooding rains.
"In the beginning"
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See what you did?
I woke up with this in my head in the morning and I could be thinking of OTHER things at this time of the morning.
There once was a lass from Nantucket
Who was tired of chicken in a bucket
Out she went
For a turkey to get
That lass from a place called Nantucket
Ha! You found a way to clean it up! Nice job :).
Ah, limericks are so, so fun. I wrote a bunch of them years ago. I should look them up and repost them!
Nice one, Peter the Great.
Peter - This didn't end as BADLY as I had anticipated! CONGRATULATIONS! And G'day mate! ~ jb///
Whoah, now!! I was expecting some filthy language.
Whew!!
:-)
if there was corn in the bucket.. I would have told you to shuck it.
Thats what we called it when we were kids.
Should I be honoured? tee hee
Thanks, Peter.
Good idea, Pamela.
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