The Progressively Bad Decisions of Beatrice Crumb
Beatrice Crumb she was into her rum
And tequila and chocolate spumoni
Beatrice Crumb fell in love with a bum
On her way to Morocco with Tony
They drug him along, he regaled them with song
And smoked all their Kent cigarettes
He wore Tony’s pants (they were those of his aunt’s)
And ran up a mountain of debts
Beatrice Crumb, well she murdered the bum
On the road to Istanbul Turkey
Then Tony and her they both did concur
To sink him in waters quite murky
They went to the sea with explicit decree
To shove him to regions uncharted
But police waiting there — they arrested the pair
Before evidence could be discarded
Now Beatrice Crumb is foregoing her rum
And tequila and chocolate spumoni
Because in her venue, it’s not on the menu
It seems prison’s plumb full o’ baloney
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Until next time . . . I love you
Linda Vernon Humor 
That Linda Vernon…
On her blog she was yearnin
to post tales of both woe and despair.
Yet despite all the sadness
And grammatical madness
She couldn’t repress her inimical flair.
Ohhhhhh!!! I love it! Thanks El Guapo for making my day! 😀
I like this – ‘silly’ verse is a particular favourite of mine!
Me too. It is a lot of fun to play around with.
Guys named Tony are always trouble.
That’s crummy..
It is isn’t it? I bet she gets crumbs all over her face when she eats crumb cake too! 😀
It is and I bet. Maybe she should try mousse pie with the crust instead. 🙂
Oh! Good idea. And you just reminded me that I have mousse pie ingredients! I need to make one of those!!
I’m on my way over!
I’ll have it ready for you!!! 😀
Woot!
omg… that was awesome…
Ah! Thanks!
No… thank you…
No thank YOU I said it first.
Okay… fine…
*Raises his bottle of rum* Here’s to the unfortunate bum! XP
*raises bottle of tequila* *clink* *broken glass everywhere*
*Watches the poetry lady start another’s poem but oh no the math lady is creating a question*!! bye!! :O
Noooo! Not the math lady! You bolt the door and I’ll get the Math asylum on the phone! She must have escaped again!
Dang it! we gotta get the poetry lady to get her away away!! ah!
*holds up wooden cross (actually a “+” sign) into her face* *math lady freezes* Help now what do we do?
Uhm uhm *Tosses a fish net and punts her out to the history lady* whew! she doesn’t let you go until you memorize all the dates either!
Nooo! I just made an emergency call to the Voo-doo Lady. She’s sewing up some dolls of them right now– in the meantime here’s some cream pies to throw in their faces . .
*Loads up the catapult and does a funky voodoo dance*
*gets all the ladies are funky voodoo dancing– opens door they dance outside shuts and bolts door*
, drops with a sigh, whew!! high five!!
Imagine Kent cigarettes; Wow! Someone is near my age!
Pastor/Equipping The Saints
John 17:3
Oh yeah, I’m a boomer from way back!
As Chanda Pierce said, “That’s special,” (lol) as only she could say it.
Pastor/Equipping The Saints
John 17:3
Holy crap, this is awesome. I almost want to recite this to my kids… but probably shouldn’t.
Haha! A wise decision!
I’m still tempted, though. They’d laugh. My wife wouldn’t, though.
’twas crummy of Beatrice to murder the bum
But I suppose you are what you name is
If only (she thought) I had any idea
That my new home served merely baloney
Well of course, she didn’t think of ahead! That would ruin her track record! 😀 (Plus I think she likes baloney)
Definitely LOVE this pic… LOVE!! Happy New Year, Linda!