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Post by wolsey on Feb 12, 2018 19:05:58 GMT -8
Luke looks at Rabbit, and cringes at the limerick, "Thanks? I'll leave the dirty songs to you, then. . . or anyone else that seems to want in. It's not really my specialty." Luke then refers to one of his heavily thumbed through books, leaving them to their rhymes.
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Post by Keyleth on Feb 14, 2018 7:33:00 GMT -8
Key reaches over and playfully nudges Luke. “With that brilliant mind Im sure you could come up with something. I’ll get us started shall I?” She sits up straight in her saddle and clears her throat.
“There once was a barmaid named Gale On whose breasts was the menu for ale But since she was kind For the sake of the blind On her ass it was printed in Braille”
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