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TheOldGent that I work for popped out with this while we sat on the patio watching the local flora & fauna:
“A bluebird flew into the barber shop
It crapped on the razor
and it crapped on the strop
It would’a crapped on me
but I run too fast”
I asked him if that was from when he was a kid? He confirmed. That puts it at about 1930. Who says they weren’t bold, daring and innovative in them olden days?
Labels: Other People's Poetry
posted by Stella Magdalen @ 7/10/2009 08:47:00 AM
1 Comments:
I heard it this way in high school:
A bluebird flew into the barber shop.
Wiped his ass on the razor strop.
Lathered it up with the lathering can.
And said “shave my ass Mr. Barber Man”.
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