A dimwitted driver named Fred
Drove on tires with inadequate tread.
The right rear one blew
And now whaddaya know? Freddy’s dead.
[A limerick about tires: the latest volley in the unofficial Poetry Slam between me and Og. Now, what verse form and topic should we shit all over next?]
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Your turn to pick bubba. I also dont care if we revisit stuff. I can keep this up forever.
I did mention the General in my last post
The unparalleled beauty of cats, of course.
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