Thread: The JimboRoo

Man, the more I look at those strops, the better I think they look. Jimbo, when you go into business look north to Japan, mate.

Oooh oohh! I got another one!

My friend Jimbo made me a strop,
my wife used it to give me a whop.
It drove me insane,
but not from the pain...
I just didn't want her to stop!

You want bawdy? Baby, I got bawdy!!!

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