There once was a man of Bobbian
Who’s first name was known as Fabian.
He directed THEIR group,
Without knowing his dupe,
And WE all lay down a sobbian.

Left by Maribeth Guarino on October 17th, 2007

There once was a lady called Katie
Who saw a woman named Sadie.
Fabian was with her,
Lady with sir,
Of course with their best friend named Amy.

Left by Maribeth Guarino on October 25th, 2007

There once was a dude known as Fabian,
who’s friend was Saudi urabian,
he thought he was cool then he fell in a pool,and thats the story of Fabian!!!

Left by: meghan

Left by Meghan on October 26th, 2007

There once was a man named Fabian,
Who spoke like a Barbarian,
When he went to servivce and the speaker asked,whos blinking here,
Fabian replied it’s sinking.

Left by Adele on October 28th, 2007

there once was a man whose name was unknown,
he walked around in clothes outgrown,
they belonged to his child,
who never once smiled,
but dialed 911 on his phone.

the operator answered and insisted,
that the child give the owners name listed,
but daddy was eating,
and the child didnt want a beating,
so he sadly hung up the phone with eyes misted.

the daddy got up and said “Baby, In!”
“Help me find something to put gravy in…”
So instead of playing his game,
the baby called him a name,
and that’s how the unknown man became known as Fabian!

Left by Justin Dela Cruz on October 31st, 2007

A horse came across an ocean.
He found he was sick from the motion.
He went to a vet
Who he had never met,
And the doc gave him some lotion.

The horse went away,
And came back the next day.
“This stuff does not work,
You old, lazy jerk!
I will never trust what you say.”

To Bahgry Horse went and saw a man.
He went to the man who’s name was Dan.
They traveled to Wurry,
The horse got a curry,
And then Dan met with his friend Lan.

They galloped together
Then took off the leather.
Dan’s horse went beserk
While Lan stood there to smirk,
And the friendship ended in the heather.

Next day Dan went riding,but his horse was in hiding,
Shamed by his actions he was.
When they found him,
His limbs were broken,
And after the death there was a buzz.

“I never named him,” Dan cried out.
“So good to me was he!”
Dan cried out all day,
And his wife went away
When he shouted,”Lord, bring him back to me!”

So Dan went about,
And we all believed him stout.
Finally one day
he proclaimed dramatically,
“I have a name for my horse.”

We all gathered round to hear,
And after we cheered,
For the name was good,
Though be better it could,
And those who thought so leered.

Fabian was a good name,
We all thought.
A brave and stout one
There is no better.
So now we toast to Fabian when our horses die.

Left by Maribeth Guarino on November 3rd, 2007