The shrew went to Alaska
He was looking for a place to pee,
He was in a bind with a burning behind
About to burst a kid-n-ney

When he came across ol' Barks house
And he knew he'd found the spot,
Sammy jumped up on Barks pillow
Saying "Bark let me tell ya what"

Now I guess you may not know it
But I'm a diuretic shrew
And I don't care
If you live here
Cause man, i gotta poo

and Sam screamed" fire in my backside, run poo run"
Peeing in the house till morning come
Pooping in the bread pan here we go,
Ready with that dough pan , watch me go "

And bark cryed .............

 

My bad Chris, Dudley was pretty good but this one was better.

 

887 posts and counting. It won't be long before we have to close it and start part two.

 

I thought the Shrew Poo Thread was like the Hotel California.. You can check out anytime you like - but you may never leave..

I believe it it has something to do with a "Shrew-Poo-In-My-Bola Quarantine"

 

Than he ran up Scotty's unshaved LEGG
forcing him to jump and squeal.
(I had started to finish it for you than I saw that Chris had already ran with it.)
That is perfect. I'm going to borrow that line for a trophy we are making for a nephew.
He recently shot himself in the butt with a BB pistol and we are not letting him forget about it.

We have to do something to it.

 

Naw...once this one has run its course, a sequel just wouldnt have teh same feel to it..
HAHA.. Brain damaged now is he???
Glad to help.. tho I had hoped to ruin another song for ya....bwahahahahaha

What was Dudleys horses name... the gal was Nell..

 

I finally had to Google it (my wife didn't even know). If Google is accurate, Dudley's horses name was "Horse". I would have lost a bet on that one.

Yeah, that is the youngest nephew (actually a "great" nephew, stupid but "great".
Apparently he was setting up some more targets and stuck the CO2 BB pistol in the back of his pants just like all the gang bangers do on TV.
Than he shot himself in the butt.
Sounds like the ER doc who removed it had a great time and even had a friendly cop interrogate him for a shooting.

 

890 postings of poetic wit,
and Sam is not daunted, not one tiny bit.
He chuckles with glee at the fame it has gained,
leaving poor Bark with a look somewhat pained..

But when this thread has at last run its course,
Sam will be left like an old worn out horse.
Standing alone, with nothing to do,
just an old worn out shrew, with a pile of poo.
Alone in his misery Sammy will be
with no-one to notice that he still has to pee.....

 

Charlie daniels did it for me....lol

want me to do Motown?

 

May....be.

Not a sequel, just part two.

 

Don't you mean Peequel?

 

I PUT A POO ON YOU
by soulful Sammy Shrew



I put poo on you
'Cause you're mine

Youll never stop the things i do
I ain't lyin'
No I ain't lyin'

I know You can't stand it
My pee'ing around
You know you can't stop me,
And it's bringing ya down
Yeah, Yeah

I put a poo on you
Because you're mine
You're mine

I pee and
I pee and
I pee
I leave puddles around
And I don't care
If you don't want me
I'll stay anyhow

You hear me
I put poo on you
Because you're mine

 

You guys could give Weird Al Yankovic some serious competition.

Now in addition to a publisher we need to find a music producer.

 

Thinking me some "I'll Be There" downbeats....too tired to write out the lyrics tonight....

 

Four days have passed now Without a post,
Has this thread finaly died, did it give up the ghost?
Have we run out of shrew humor and out of poo puns?
Can it be that at last we're done?

Bark would rejoice at this threads quick demise
And Sammy would vanish before the sunrise.
The forum would fall to it's usual rut,
With no talk of products from a shrew butt

With no lyrics parodied or pee and poo wit
What would Bark do? He'd be in deep ____

So hark all ye lurkers and poets-to-be
Let your mouths open,set your humor free!
We need not let Sammy wither and die,
Post some more prose, and let the poo fly!!!