There once was a brother named Jeb
And not many things rhyme with Jeb
And though he really likes iPods
They can’t be owned by people named Jeb
Can't tell you more than I told you already
There once was a brother named Jeb
And not many things rhyme with Jeb
And though he really likes iPods
They can’t be owned by people named Jeb
Thank you for the sentiments.
What’s a reb?
Happy birthday, Jeb. So that makes you, what? Old, now, I guess. 🙂
Ted, that is the worst poem i have ever seen. I thought Bob Cashin was bad but you win the prize.