Terry, Jeff, Colin and Bob went to sea in a rancid boat.
They took some jerky and plenty of Bud,
all wrapped in a t-shirt (covered in mud.)
Colin looked over to Bob on his left,
as they nodded then bellowed an ode to Terry ‘n’ Jeff.
“O’ Terry and Jeff, Teff and Jerry, what wonderful friends you are,
you are, you are, you are.”
Then Terry looked at Jeff and Jeff looked at Terry,
before both of them sicked-up on Bob’s shoes.
Yes both of them sicked-up on Bob’s shoes, his shoes.
Yes both of them sicked-up on Bob’s shoes.
Another week another slice of Friday Flash Fiction over at Rochelle’s blog. This week I bring you this piece of randomness based purely on the fact that the Owl and the Pussycat jumped straight into my brain-box when I saw the photo.
I can but apologise to what I have done to that wonderful nonsense poem.
