(A true story from when I was a kid - only my uncle's name (Joe) has been changed.)
My Uncle Clive was five feet five,
Aunt May was even smaller.
Today, she wouldn’t be alive
If she’d been inches taller.
When lunch was served, my Aunt observed
That she’d prefer a wing.
“Fly well!” we joked, until she choked
And started gurgling.
She gasped and wheezed; my uncle seized
Her firmly by the feet.
One mighty heave, would you believe?
Inversion was complete.
He shook and shook - what strength it took! -
He jounced her like the dickens.
At last upthrown, a turkey bone!
Since then, she sticks to chickens.
Last edited by Brian Allgar; 02-23-2013 at 03:40 AM.
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