This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Silent (and possibly Deadly) Night

How is flatulence after eating cherries
like a crooner tripping on the stairs?

Both are Bings that go thoomp
in the night.

[Note: Yes, my children, long before Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young there was Bing Crosby, with his hundreds of golden records and even an Oscar for best actor (in "Going My Way" -- which kind of fits the poem) and the most popular recording of all time until beaten out by "Yesterday" -- "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas". And, of course, there are bing cherries.]

Dean Blehert
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