I always thought the upkeep of a Dr Suess style dwelling would be a nightmare… but I still want to live in one.
Suess homes: strange as shit.
Even their shit is strange.
I wonder how Dr. Suess would rhyme this strip. I don’t see any ducks in the panel… 😛
Good luck working with this shmuuckk? I dunno. I dunno. I’m no Dr. Seuss.
Dr. Seuss didn’t have any trouble with rhyming words. When he couldn’t find an existing one he just made one up. But there’s already plenty that rhymes with fuck.
As Suess would say:
After you’re done throwing a fit.
You best unclog his shit or
a slap across your mitts.
As he pulled up to the house,
He observed in such pain.
There were leaks in the pipes,
Clogs in each drain.
His client seemed chipper
As a whozilof bear
But his work was cut out.
Did the who even care?
He opened the pipes,
Looked into the pit, and saw
Lumnuts and folliwags
Covered in shit.
He looked at the who,
Turned, and entered his truck.
“But the pipes still need fixing!”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
Hehehe
*Standing ovation*
Nice one! 😀
Take that, Justin Bieber! And all your fan-girls too!
Brilliant. I applaud you good sir!
Very good, Mr. Suess. You messed up with paragraph 3 (no rhymes there), but all and all you did a good job with it.
Hogwash! There are no rules to poetry!
(But if it helps, treat the words “and saw” as if they’re part of the next line.)
Actually in the third paragraph pit and shit rhyme.
(Nice try though Fayt)
Toonhole
19 comments on “Joe The Plumber”
Good one! Like it very much!
Would you go as far as to say, ‘Me gusta’? haha
I always thought the upkeep of a Dr Suess style dwelling would be a nightmare… but I still want to live in one.
Suess homes: strange as shit.
Even their shit is strange.
I wonder how Dr. Suess would rhyme this strip. I don’t see any ducks in the panel… 😛
Good luck working with this shmuuckk? I dunno. I dunno. I’m no Dr. Seuss.
Dr. Seuss didn’t have any trouble with rhyming words. When he couldn’t find an existing one he just made one up. But there’s already plenty that rhymes with fuck.
As Suess would say:
After you’re done throwing a fit.
You best unclog his shit or
a slap across your mitts.
As he pulled up to the house,
He observed in such pain.
There were leaks in the pipes,
Clogs in each drain.
His client seemed chipper
As a whozilof bear
But his work was cut out.
Did the who even care?
He opened the pipes,
Looked into the pit, and saw
Lumnuts and folliwags
Covered in shit.
He looked at the who,
Turned, and entered his truck.
“But the pipes still need fixing!”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
Hehehe
*Standing ovation*
Nice one! 😀
Take that, Justin Bieber! And all your fan-girls too!
Brilliant. I applaud you good sir!
Very good, Mr. Suess. You messed up with paragraph 3 (no rhymes there), but all and all you did a good job with it.
Hogwash! There are no rules to poetry!
(But if it helps, treat the words “and saw” as if they’re part of the next line.)
Actually in the third paragraph pit and shit rhyme.
(Nice try though Fayt)