The Ballad Of Guffins The Gallant

Of the joust, proclaimed Gallant Sir Guffins, “With each vict’ry, my fortitude toughens!” In his cups, though, he’d say, Where his heart truly lay, Was in farting upon English muffins. ♣ And as errant air blared from his fanny, Bid the Knight (with no absence of canny) To his squire “Egad! Henceforth, butter these, lad, […]

Myron MacKenzie’s Meat

♥ His powerful forearms were painted in red, And his great cleaver danced with precision, Observed the young girl from the foot of her bed, As she ogled the graceful incision. ♥ Her beating heart quickened whenever a chicken, He carved up and cleft into sections. Besmitten, her breathy heaves thickened. So stricken Was she, […]