01-23-2008, 01:49 PM
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Join Date: May 2002
Location: West central Illinois
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HAPPY ABIRTHDAY
WILDIRISH
 
The ewe's are in the meadow,
Their eyes are wide with wonder,
They know the party starts soon,
He'll approach them like spring thunder.
They form into an anxious line,
Each vying for first place,
Already moist and ready,
Visions of exotic grace.
Today, they know is special,
It's not like the other days,
He's celebrating his birth today,
In a very special way.
There'll be posting time at Pixies;
There'll be the spankings of the girls,
He'll come to ewe's a' singing
With their wool all fixed in curls.
When he reaches that long line there,
They'll be munching on some grasses,
But no doubt their minds will wonder,
About the assault soon on their ... er ... privates.
It's a mix of fond affection,
Some so excited they may cry,
While others in their zeal to please,
Will hum an Irish lullaby.
The good news is for all involved,
The day ends on a high,
The ewes are satisfied,
As is our own WildI.
HAVE A HAPPY BIRTHDAY! |