The Coroner
He was a master at his art
He loved to tell how the dear did depart
He’d say, “My profession is death,
and this man died while on meth
after lighting his own fart.”
He was a master at his art
He loved to tell how the dear did depart
He’d say, “My profession is death,
and this man died while on meth
after lighting his own fart.”
June 12th, 2009 at 1:33 pm
Oh I hate how much I love this one!
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June 12th, 2009 at 2:27 pm
OK, I PROMISE I didn’t read this before I wrote my limerick!!! It’s a coincidence!!!
June 12th, 2009 at 2:32 pm
Death and farts. What’s not to love?