I would give my entire kingdom for a more generous duodenum! - King Henry IV
To Cheerie. The only person who knew what a duodenum was.
"Leonard, what's wrong?" Asked the teacher quietly.
"It's this duodenum", stated Leonard "it's so grandiose, the kids all make fum of me."
"Well, let's see what they think after our lesson today, said the teacher, and if they're still making fun of you, we'll excise it, and slap them around with it! LOL"(the teacher added LOL after her statement, as it is a legal loophole in case anything bad happens, she can say she LOL'd, and all legal indictments are eradicated).
The Duodenum: a poem by Porgy Blintze Shelvy
A gathering of digested food,
Is stored in an intestinal prelude
The substance is a thing called Chyme,
A favorite plot of book and rhyme
Afore the Chyme can absorp in Small,
A chemical breakdown starts it all
And when it’s at it’s optimum,
It’s melted by the duodenum
I cannot tell you how I long,
For my duod to tarry strong
As it is though a water line
To darkened lands of intestine
Gather up your squiggly body
You food digesting, lengthy potty
For if the doud don’t do it’s deed,
Your function here is not in need
Oh little piece of floppy stuff,
I pray you gather that cream puff
And send it to it’s downward place,
And not back up into my face.
“So, class, what do you think of Leonard’s giant duodenum now??!!” queried Mrs. Hoffsnifter condescendingly.
There was a silence, then Herbert Lechflinder finally spoke: “I think it’s swell!”
And then all the kids joined in: “What a great duodenum, Leonard!” “Can I touch it?” “How’d you get such a nice one??!!” “I’ll give you 2 Mickey Mantles and a Thurman Munson for it!”
And Leonard was as happy as a clam. A clam with a mischievously large duodenum, and was forever chosen as the first pick for all kickball games. The End.
Note: I'm sorry about this entry kids, but Cheerie challenged me, so please blame her, and do not kick me off here. KIDDING! Don't blame Cheerie, she's great! But don't blame me. Blame Hoffsnifter.