Get ya slum gud advice!…
“Hey, Ritchie, ya got all dat money so y’oughta
(Screw all o’ dem lawyers’ advice yada yada)
Go sell off ya holdin’s
(They’s gud’ns but old’ns)
An’ buy ya dat boat an’ go seafarin’. Yachta!”
© 2016 David E. Miller
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The Candy Man had a rough childhood…
The boy brushed his teeth in great haste.
His toothpaste was bland to the taste.
He got dressed and raced
To school where he faced
A day without sweets–what a waste!
© 2016 David E. Miller
That abominable odor! A double limerick…
At base camp, a climber named Rupert Capetti
Complained that his partner, Jack Silva, smelled sweaty.
Of course, it was true, but Jack Silva was ready
To blame the rank smell on the mythical yeti.
“On my last ascent
I smelled such a scent.
I’m not worth a cent,
So my Sherpa sent
An animal tracker whose nerves were rock-steady
To fend off with tea bricks The Beast of Tibeti.”
© 2016 David E. Miller
(Photo by David E. Miller)
(Photo by David E. Miller)
(Photo by David E. Miller)
(Photo by David E. Miller)
Dessert menu madness in Martinique…
Nearby at Café Cinquante Pas (Macouba),
A tourist (American) shouted, “Aha!”
He liked what he saw,
And pointed his straw.
“I fancy a pamplemousse au chocolat!“
© 2016 David E. Miller
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