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Gardener Moe
and Fishermen Joe
are at the pub
and Moe confesses
(his eyes shallow, and moist) -
he’s just lost his woman
“What happened?” asks Joe
his eyes as deep as the ocean
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And so Moe groans:
*“Susan just left me
It seems I whispered
in lust all night
the name of my former lover Rosie
– so Susan’s left me”*
And Fisherman Joe leans forward
so he can be heard
and he shares his wisdom:
*“Even a fish, Moe, will not
get into trouble – if it know'
when to keep its mouth shut”*
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
1
Gardener Moe
and Fishermen Joe
are at the pub
and Moe confesses
(his eyes shallow, and moist) -
he’s just lost his woman
“What happened?” asks Joe
his eyes as deep as the ocean
2
And so Moe groans:
*“Susan just left me
It seems I whispered
in lust all night
the name of my former lover Rosie
– so Susan’s left me”*
And Fisherman Joe leans forward
so he can be heard
and he shares his wisdom:
*“Even a fish, Moe, will not
get into trouble – if it know'
when to keep its mouth shut”*
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