In the Land O' Scots nigh auld Iverness,
Cavorts a lass named Nessie in Loch Ness!
Is this sly dragon fer real,
Er jes' an overgrown eel?
We'll never know fer sure is my guess!
Robert LHinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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There was an eel on the ocean floor,
Sammy his name, he knew the score.
His friends said, he was smart,
Then upon a dinner cart,
He said, Hey, I am not an albacore.
I'm longing for warm eel pie,
tis' a squirming delight to the eye,
me wife she eschews,
eel pie and eel stews,
and eats only fried eel on rye!
Pickles dressed up in black eight inch heels
Tickles snuggled in flannel gown with toy eel
Pickles danced all night
To waning moonlight
Pickles home late tripped over eel took spill
local cab driver big deal
lacking personal appeal
drove into a lake
procured a fish cake
and bumped an electric eel.
A woman who had buns of steel
Was proud of their wanton appeal
A judge had a feel
And deemed them ideal
But an eel made her squeal surreal