I know a man named Mr. Bean
His limericks make me feel so clean
I like to read them in the tub
And fantasize he's there to rub
My brain and thoughts with words of wit
But then I get my 'puter wet
I curse and cry but have retribution
I didn't die from electricution
Oh how I love my Mr. Bean
His top and bottom and in between.
2007-09-05
06:28:17
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➔ Poetry
((sure thing sweetie)) How drunk were you, JBo? You told me it was the way to go after losing the badge...so you're the doubter...I'm the "Itchy"...but if we're going steady I need WAY more action than I've been getting...
2007-09-05
07:46:35 ·
update #1