Thread: The JimboRoo

There is a great gent hoglahoo,
And his wife doesn't know what to do.
He dreams of great stropping,
'fore the shaves there's no stopping, //That's supposed to be short for "before"//
Cause he's got the great Jimbo-roo.

That fellow you mentioned before,
Whose wifey is never a bore:
She knows what to do
With his Jimbo-Roo -
Tomorrow he comes back for more!

You'd have to get some new 'roo,
But I bet you would get quite a few.
You'd max out the plastic,
She'd just say "fantastic"
And then tan your hide anew.

If Jimbo would sell, then possibly...
But then there'd be hell, and audibly
From shavers abroad
The wrath of God
"Faster!" they would yell, "ship it quickly!"

The 'roo strops would spread round the globe
And Jimbo would bust out the strobe
He'd buy drinks for all
At the crazy shave ball
Use caution, don't lop off your lobes.

You know, the ear lobes... what with the drinking and the dancing and the shaving
Lee, sounds like we're making a little story here; I dig it.

Holli, you've got me in stiches!
Your rhymes are really great pitches
But Jim threw some up
And Ben is no pup
You've got to reach deep down in your well you know what you have to

JimR is so skillful with prose,
the lassies just shed off their clothes!
Holli's doing just fine,
but when Lee starts to rhyme,
we're all left holding our nose!

All this rhyming based on a strop
Makes me so angry I just want to hop.
You guys are so great,
it's stirring up hate...
I've got to go drink up some Schnapps.

But then I realize just where I am,
In a far-off land known as Japan.
I've got to come back
And prove I'm no hack
And write all the Haikus I can...

Jimbo's fine roo strop
thin black leather smoothing steel
my face rejoices

blade sings on black hide
roughness flees like wounded foes
whiskers soon the same

Originally Posted by JimR

All this rhyming based on a strop
Makes me so angry I just want to hop.
You guys are so great,
it's stirring up hate...
I've got to go drink up some Schnapps.

But then I realize where I am,
In a far-off land called Japan.
I've got to come back
And prove I'm no hack
And write all the Haikus I can...

Jimbo's fine roo strop
thin black leather smoothing steel
my face rejoices

blade sings on black hide
roughness flees like wounded foes
whiskers soon the same

Oh! Bravo Sir!! Bravo!

James.

Thanks good sir, but the gauntlet was thrown down, and I bring no knife to a gun fight.