[downeaster]

I saw the following posted on the wall of a British pub.


Some Guiness was spilt on the barroom floor
when the pub was shut down for the night.
Out of a hole crept a wee brown mouse
and he stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor,
then back on his haunches he sat.
And all night long you could hear him roar,
Bring on the --- ----- Cat.

I may have a warped sense of humor but it hit my funny spot.