Mr. Bodaggs Poem by Raymond Farrell

Mr. Bodaggs



There was a man named Bodaggs
Who bought 20 condoms a week
The store clerk was silent for months
Then felt compelled to speak
Why are buying so many condoms?
It's quite straight forward said Bodaggs
I feed them to my Cocker Spaniel
And now he poops in plastic bags.

Thursday, November 17, 2016
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Raymond Farrell

Raymond Farrell

Perth, Ontario
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