Who put some beer, and some eggs, in a bucket. The beer did ferment, and the eggs did foment, the chickens were wild, and truculent. "I have alcoholic chickens!!" he yelled to his cat mittens, With a wild look in his eye, "This beer is awful!!" he cried, as he lay down to lie, while mittens, thought the chickens, quite succulent. He awoke with a start, and an uproarious fart, to find the chickens, and mittens, quite truant. ---- I could write a better rhyme, with a little more time, but sometimes you have to say f***it. The end.
*Groan*, I'm so bored, that was actually a lead up to the punchline............. Which came first the chicken, or the dreg? "truant" just didn't work at all in that last line, huh.
Yeah, but i quit years and years ago. Lets face it, I may have well have tried to make a limerick about "oranges."