trapshooter
February 14, 2003, 09:22 PM
The Seach Ends in Dearth.
By Dr. Blix
We looked here,
We looked there,
We also looked under the stair.
In his hair,
In his lair,
No weapons there.
We checked the Mosque,
The local kiosk,
We looked inside a catafalsque.
We tried his car,
He has no bar,
We looked inside his army tow'r.
We went north,
We went south,
We even looked into his mouth.
We looked for gas,
Inside his mask,
We even looked right up his ***.
No bombs, no bugs,
Just empty wine jugs,
And remnants of October mugs.
Nothing here,
He's been a dear,
Now off to home and drink a beer
Sorry all, I just had to do it. I put this in another thread, then considered it worthy of it's own. Sorry.
By Dr. Blix
We looked here,
We looked there,
We also looked under the stair.
In his hair,
In his lair,
No weapons there.
We checked the Mosque,
The local kiosk,
We looked inside a catafalsque.
We tried his car,
He has no bar,
We looked inside his army tow'r.
We went north,
We went south,
We even looked into his mouth.
We looked for gas,
Inside his mask,
We even looked right up his ***.
No bombs, no bugs,
Just empty wine jugs,
And remnants of October mugs.
Nothing here,
He's been a dear,
Now off to home and drink a beer
Sorry all, I just had to do it. I put this in another thread, then considered it worthy of it's own. Sorry.