Birthday alert

Once there was a poet named JOB
Whose lines would have wound round the globe
If laid end to end,
Fingered and penned
And cascading down from his lobe.

JOB's Lobes


  1. Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

    Lobe. An inherently funny word.

  2. Ironic Catholic says

    …and a happy birthday to JOB, and to all a good night.

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