There once was a man from Crete
Who thought he was being discrete . . .
He pled, “ Can’t you see
That it’s all Greek to me?,”
Tho’ his knowledge was clearly replete
There once was a man from Crete
Who thought he was being discrete;
“Polyuria secretion —
Don’t call me ex-Cretion —
My pronouns are ‘Up-or-Down Seat?’ “
There once was a man from Crete
Who thought he was being discrete . . .
When he dropped his drawers
And said “What’s mine is yours”
She left, mainly because of the meat..”
There once was a man from Crete
Who thought he was being discrete…
but he just blurted out
in a voice most stout
if you can’t win legit you must cheat.
There once was a man from Crete
Who thought he was being discrete
He snuck off with a goat
But that’s all she wrote
Because he got caught when it started to bleat
There once was a man from Crete
Who thought he was being discrete…
In the midst of a fight
He broke out a Bud Light
And went down in a massive defeat
There once was a man from Crete
Who thought he was being discrete . . .
He pled, “ Can’t you see
That it’s all Greek to me?,”
Tho’ his knowledge was clearly replete
There once was a man from Crete
Who thought he was being discrete;
“Polyuria secretion —
Don’t call me ex-Cretion —
My pronouns are ‘Up-or-Down Seat?’ “
There once was a man from Crete
Who thought he was being discrete . . .
When he dropped his drawers
And said “What’s mine is yours”
She left, mainly because of the meat..”
There once was a man from Crete
Who thought he was being discrete
Wanted carnality
Was Minoan in reality
So she never even dealt with his sheet.
Hey! That’s not a Haiku!
There once was a man from Crete
Who thought he was being discrete…
but he just blurted out
in a voice most stout
if you can’t win legit you must cheat.
There once was a man from Crete
Who thought he was being discrete
He snuck off with a goat
But that’s all she wrote
Because he got caught when it started to bleat