George Hunter

Biography of George Hunter

I'm just a rhymer, not a poet,
Read one of mine and then you'll know it.
You don't have to pretend you understand,
It's as plain as day, like the palm of your hand.
Nothing esoteric, abstruse or recondite here,
Just something to read while drinking your beer. Updates

Rhyme 19

There was this man from Calcutta
Who couldn't eat any butta
-Then like a dunce
-He tried it once
And he had to throw up in the gutta.

He said I'll have to eat ghee,
It's an Indian food, don't you see?
-I can see it all now
-It's much better somehow,
It's probably my eth-nis-i-tee.

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