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, […]Read More The Ballad Of Guffins The Gallant
θ The silver-tongued Baron Von Buttercup Preferred playing at parlance in verse, Conceiving it consummate coverup, Serving persons profoundly perverse. θRead More Who, Me?