Saturday, February 18, 2006

Tongue Twisters

I am not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's mate.
I am only plucking pheasants
'cause the pheasant plucker's late.

A flea and a fly flew up in a flue.
Said the flea, "Let us fly!"
Said the fly, "Let us flee!"
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.

One smart fellow, he felt smart.
Two smart fellows, they felt smart.
Three smart fellows, they all felt smart.


The Humanity Critic said...

That really is a toungue twister..

Uncivil said...

Hey T.H.C.

Thanks for stoppin by. Checked your blog too! You write well.
Wish I had your balls! Haven't got the guts to share too much on my personal life yet!

Who knows......maybe one of these alcohol induced nights will bring me out of my shell?

Later Man....
PS....Don't be crakin so many of my white brothers heads!LOL......nah, I don't blame ya....sounds like they had it commin!