Peg leg Pete
Of my two legs
I've but one good un',
The other peg
Is false, it's wooden.
Comparison
If I'd to choose
The artificial
Holds more booze.
In Winter time
It's good as gold
Come frost or rime
It's never cold.
I see a brawl
I'm off, I hop it
So, all in all
I wouldn't swap it.
Ha ha ha. Holds more booze. š
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hehe!
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𤣠hollow legs eh? šŗ
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They’re the ones.
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I see a brawl, I hop it š
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tehe!
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Lovely. I do so admire pro poets. “Poof! Piffle!” I would say in years past. Now I see, this artistry is not to be scoffed-at.
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Pro as in provisional I think!
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Very good bright side of life poem! Holds more booze, a contraband compartment?
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Thanks. Yup, hollow legs!
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