My Friend Jim

[whiskeryron]

I had a pal named Jim once
His fate was hard to bear
'cause every time he said a word
He couldn't help but swear.

This problem so oppressed him
He vowed he wouldn't talk
So when he'd anything to say
He wrote it down with chalk.

One day poor Jim went off his head
And to a home was sent
So he wrote swear words on the walls
No matter where he went.

They had to get a porter
To follow Jim about
And with a little bit of sponge
He'd rub the swear words out.

One day with shouts,the home rang out
And there was Jim poor man
Running hard around the grounds and shouting as he ran.

Stand back,stand back as onward he did plunge
I'm fifteen f***s and a ba**s in front
And the porter's lost his sponge.

WR.

[AB Editor]

bravo :)

[starone]

Tee-hee very good ron.

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