The Outy Of The Inny

Good morning, all ye of little humor...for who, among ye'd bust a nut, tae let another know...ye laughed like hell, at every thing he wrought.

A smile is fair, if ye stiff and kinn'ah speak...for I hear a 'high aire', so's we know, ye sprung a leak!

Ah, go ahead and dare, tae let the damn repression go, fore, ye twice the fool of iny...an we know't as we speak!


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: therockofrochester,google art