Cop with Speed Gun
Welcome to my blog which today brings you another in the series Short Funny Rhyming Poems
Driving over the Golden Gate BridgeWas fisherman Bob
Fishing was his hobbyDoctoring was his job
He’d had a good day’s fishingA good haul he’d managed to landAfter filleting all the fish, he was speeding...On the bridge was a cop, speed gun in hand,
“67 mph in a 50 zone” said the copThen he took a closer look at Bob,
Seeing his stained fishing attire, the cop said,
"You don't look like you’ve got a job!
I've never seen anyone so scruffy”Bob answered, "I’ve a good, well-paying job!"
"A bum like you? What do you do”
"I stretch rectums!" said Bob.
"What you say, Boy?" asked the patrolman.
"What the hell does a rectum stretcher do?"
Bob explained, " I start with a couple of fingers,
Then a couple more, then a whole hand, and then two.
I keep on stretching
Until it's a full six feet wide.""What the hell do you do with a six foot asshole?""Give him a speed gun !" Bob replied
Jon Bratton 2008
(My short funny rhyming poems are based on jokes by unknown persons)
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