I once met a man from Kalamazoo
Who bore on his arm an anchor tattoo
One day his lover
Ran off with his brother
Whatever was the poor man to do?
He sat down on a bus bound for Georgia
But somehow he wound up in Maine
And there he said ***** it."
He pretty well blew it
And got on a boat bound for Spain
When the captain was making his rounds
He saw the man grinding coffee grounds
And he saw the mans ink
And he stopped to think
"Is that man a part of the crew?"
That's when the captain's daughter came up
And asked the man if he could spare a cup
When the man met her eye
He nearly did die
For the beautiful woman he spied
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
I once met a man from Kalamazoo
Who bore on his arm an anchor tattoo
One day his lover
Ran off with his brother
Whatever was the poor man to do?
He sat down on a bus bound for Georgia
But somehow he wound up in Maine
And there he said ***** it."
He pretty well blew it
And got on a boat bound for Spain
When the captain was making his rounds
He saw the man grinding coffee grounds
And he saw the mans ink
And he stopped to think
"Is that man a part of the crew?"
That's when the captain's daughter came up
And asked the man if he could spare a cup
When the man met her eye
He nearly did die
For the beautiful woman he spied
I got bored of the hyper-freeform stuff. So I decided to write you all a little limerick.
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