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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Hoo-yeh


Said Father Michael to the Fly,
"Yer outta order, mate,
Mass be o'er two hours past
How dare ye be so late?

Says the Fly to Father Mike,
"I could na' take to flight,
Me breakfast was so very large,
In fact, I'm full o' shite."
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2 comments:

  1. Dave Dick4:22 PM

    Hahaha!

    Nice drawing and poem! Some really sweet posts below too, man!

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  2. Mike Frenette1:08 PM

    lol... never stop including those little poems with your drawings. :P

    i want the fly to poke him in the eye through the art of fly-collide.

    cool bear below too

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