There was a young man of Cabril
Whose brain was the size of a pill
His eyes they were wonky
He looked like a donkey
And people who met him felt ill.
YOU JUST HAVE TO LIVE THERE TO LOOK INBRED
This entry was written by daddyp, posted on November 5, 2011 at 7:38 pm, filed under poems, This & that and tagged banjo playing, close relations, cousins. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.
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