On top of spaghetti, All covered with cheese, I lost my poor Bullballs, When somebody sneezed. It rolled off the table, And on to the floor, And then my poor Bullballs, Rolled out of the door. It rolled in the garden, And under a bush, And then my poor Bullballs, Was nothing but mush. The mush was as tasty As tasty could be, And then the next summer, It grew into a tree. The tree was all covered, All covered with moss, And on it grew Bullballs, And tomato sauce. So if you eat spaghetti, All covered with cheese, Hold on to your bullballs, Whenever you sneeze.
I do love people with a sense of humor. :lol::lol: Excerpt from link: According to Rotarians, everyone who buys a ticket is guaranteed to "have a ball." Sherry
