There was a German chemist
who loved his fancy eats
and visiting Vienna
He ate some tender meats.
So fancy was this dinner
the bill was much adorned
with calligraphy and gilded edge
The price he prob'bly mourned.
He placed the leaf in pocket
continuing his trip
soon off to Montenegro
to try the spinach dip.
but at the border trouble brewed
no documents he had
declaring nationality
no passport! He was sad.
The guard did eye him sternly
this border would be closed
without some sort of paperwork
he thought quick on his toes.
Bosch figured Montenegroen's
German not too sharp
and handed him the bill of sale
from his viennese lamp chop.
The patrol looked over carefully
to see if it was true
impressed with the embellishments
he let the chemist through!
Friday, January 29, 2010
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