12-10-2013, 05:44 AM
(12-10-2013, 05:41 AM)Leanne Wrote: Milo, I don't know how many times I have to tell you: that little man at the bar was not a leprechaun, and he didn't have gold in the pot he was carrying.Was he carrying cereal? That little bastard is always after me Lucky Charms.
Great poem Leanne. It was funny when I first read it, and the punchline is still awesome.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
