There once was a pressman named Frank,
Who really could make the press crank.
Said foreman Wayne Berry,
To the ink man named Larry,
"Today I make Frank walk the plank."
"Frank this print just plain stinks!"
Wayne growled as he messed with Frank's inks.
"This blue is too light,
And thin down that white !"
Frank needed a couple stiff drinks !
Like his *** was on fire , ***** catching,
Wayne had poor Frank stepping and fetching.
Before he could speak ,
His stomach grew weak.
Frank fell to his knees just a retching.
As he puked right there on the floor,
He knew he had triumphed once more.
Telling Wayne he was sick,
Frank clocked out real quick,
And job still intact cleared the door.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
There once was a pressman named Frank,
Who really could make the press crank.
Said foreman Wayne Berry,
To the ink man named Larry,
"Today I make Frank walk the plank."
"Frank this print just plain stinks!"
Wayne growled as he messed with Frank's inks.
"This blue is too light,
And thin down that white !"
Frank needed a couple stiff drinks !
Like his *** was on fire , ***** catching,
Wayne had poor Frank stepping and fetching.
Before he could speak ,
His stomach grew weak.
Frank fell to his knees just a retching.
As he puked right there on the floor,
He knew he had triumphed once more.
Telling Wayne he was sick,
Frank clocked out real quick,
And job still intact cleared the door.
