Rib-bed
An asymptoad.
The doctor said, surprised. "I don't know, it started with a boil on my arse." the frog said.
So he was ribbit for her pleasure.
They're both filled with stiffs one's coming one's going.
He wanted his new dish washer to match his fridge.
So they can get a good grip on the broomstick
A kiwi!
Make it Tso's Number One.