Let me contribute another oldie but baddie.
Grass Ceiling
There once was a king near the Tropic
of Cancer, where progress was glacial.
His kingdom was quite microscopic,
although his grass hut was palatial.
His wives bought a new-fangled toilet
to heighten his birthday delight.
As seeing this present would spoil it,
they stashed it upstairs overnight.
Alas, it crashed down from the attic
and wounded two slumbering wives.
The ruler's response was emphatic:
"You're blest to escape with your lives!
"People who live in grass houses,"
he scolded them, "Shouldn't stow thrones."
(At this, all the rest of his spouses
redoubled the injured ones' groans.)
Julie Stoner
[This message has been edited by Julie Stoner (edited January 29, 2004).]
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