Let’s class up the joint with some poetry.
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“Camels are humpy”
Yet another reason to avoid visiting the Middle East.
I don’t care what the poem says, no owls toot.
…that’s what SHE said?
The owls are not what they seem
Their sight is a portent extreme.
Connected to the Lodge Red
Whose inhabitants fill one with dread.
Entering will make good boys and girls sob
Once you meet the grinning Uncle BOB.
These are even more fun if you read them in the Bullwinkle Moose “Poetry Corner” style.
So did the owl steal Zach Ryder’s catchphrase or was it the other way around? ENQUIRING MINDS MUST KNOW!