Sitting at the kitchen table bored beyond belief,
I thought about a pie to make to take away the grief.
Many berries Have I to make, but none like this oh why?
Let me make a perfect crust, for my Dingleberry Pie.
Now how on earth am I going to pick these berries off the vine?
And how many berries should I get to make a pie of its own kind?
Grabbing my gear and goggles too, shovel in my hand,
I go out searching dingleberries, piled vast upon the land.
I step out south and onward Ho! Golashes on my feet
Nose plug in place and bag on back, this isn't very sweet.
I spot a trail of berries, of the dingleberry kind,
Hastely I fill up my bag, God? don't let it come unwind.
I placed the bag so tenderly outside on the back porch,
No time to waste For sun is up don't let the berries scorch.
Taking off my hunter's gear, to make that perfect crust, I
Inhaled the scent of dingleberries, when wind came up to gust!
The crust is done and in the pan, the berries yet to go,
I flop all in that rusty pan, Oh! some has landed on my toe!
Now how to cook this pie of dingleberry I don't know,
I looked within my many books that never really show.
I checked the pie a couple times not touching as it cooks,
I figured some will just get past the way the pie doth looks!
So left in the sun to bake, until the crust was dry and done,
I figured that it was ready, when the flies were dead and gone.
I wondered who would be the one to taste my little pie,
Without the thought of dingleberries or blinking of an eye!
I decided that to end this day of boredom at its best
I fed it to the trash can, berries, crust, and pan at rest!
2006-07-12 19:40:50
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answer #1
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answered by adoll_35 3
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Because they hang from the hairs in your a**. They dingle from the hairs if you will.
Ridiculous question.
2006-07-12 19:33:04
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answered by Stephanie S 6
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it is your bowel movement catching on hairs on yer butt - either use wet cloth or wipe better
2006-07-12 20:34:30
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answer #4
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answered by Anonymous
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