Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Big green house with cukes by the dozen



Mr. MacGregor! You shouldn't run in wellies!
Your socks will wind up scrunched down the end of your toes!


Mr. MacGregor says:
I dunna wear socks, eejit!

Mr. MacGregor says:
Oi! You! Get out me fookin' garden!




Peter Rabbi says:
This is the holy greenhouse of my ancestors.

Mr. MacGregor says:
It fookin' well isn't!
I built her not ten year agoo!

Peter Rabbi says:
How long do you think rabbis live?
We're born shtupping, and drop like flies soon afterwards.

Peter Rabbi says:
Ten years, he says.
Ten years is 80 generations, I say.

Peter Rabbi says:
And while I have your ear, your carrots
are growing in the very same dirt as your lettuce!
Is this in keeping with the law, I ask you?

Mr. MacGregor says:
Dunna fookin' ask meh!
Just keeps yer myxie mitts off me veggies!

Peter Rabbi says:
A sad state this is for a chosen greenhouse!
You shouldn't even be in here. Holy, you aren't.

Mr. MacGregor says:
Och, I'm soo fookin' soory, aren't I?
I'll git out yahweh then.

Hatshepsut says:
STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!
Joo making a mockery of my favorite story!

Bishop in the Bath says:
Hat to the rescue!
I'd Beatrix her Potter!

Cesar says:
HA HA HA
Aye matey!

4 Comments:

Blogger Lees :) said...

Great to see your blog going again :) Seeing the bishop after such a dry spell feels like a long cool drink of soapy bath water. Yumma in my tum!

August 17, 2005  
Blogger roffe said...

Ha...ha...he...he...

August 17, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

whats this peter rabbi thing then,and whys he wearin a funny hat

August 20, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Look out he has barmitzimitosis!

let's all slap the shen

August 24, 2005  

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