Limer-Licks

There once was a magazine crew,
With a professional communicator or two,
One always mumbled,
The other’s lines crumbled,
And left the point all up to you.

What issued was often confused
As dirty minds too much were used,
Oh it wasn’t his fault,
Her mind just wouldn’t halt,
Till one and all’s ears were abused.

So heed this cautionary tale,
As we track down this pair in jail,
She went for offensive,
And found it expensive,
Cause he always mumbled the details.

—On occasion of sending away the magazine