Sunday, December 17, 2017

Christmas Poem.

I had a little shitzu
It used to shit all night.
I took it to the local vet
To try to get it right.

The vet looked up his bottom,
It made me feel quite green.
Then he spoke with knowledge,
"You've got a shit machine."

Peace on Earth to everyone
Eat and drink a little bit.
When the party's over
Clean up the shitzu shit.


  1. That's a bit like a poem on Robert's blog. Remember that at The Bass Bagging Confederation we try to keep things original.

  2. Hi Terry.
    Richard dumped you? Sorry to hear it.
    If you didn't use scatology so much I'd have invited you to join THE CURMUDGEONS INC. but there you go - shit happens.