Sunday, July 5, 2009

Punting (or the worst idea ever)

It started out something like this:

On weekends I like to go punting.
With friends who enjoy beer hunting.
If we leave after lunch,
We can go in a bunch,
and the punter can do all the grunting.

This is how it ended:

For a good time we hired a boat
To sit in the river and float
Down the stream we would go
as we rocked to and fro
About none of our skills did we gloat.

Final thoughts:

never go punting; ever.

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