The Ones We Need At Each Feed!
You know they have a gift basket for this and a gift basket for that, some cause bliss and some help when things go flat. But they do not have the ones we really need. Once again I have to help out at my feed.
Sorry, your brother is a moron.
Could put that right on the lawn.
Could swap the name out to.
So you can use it for anyone at your zoo.
It's not you it's me.
It would say it clearly.
Then no need to lie.
Bet it would go over well with a guy.
Sorry, I shot your foot.
That is just so well put,
That the NRA,
Would have a field day.
Go to hell.
That gift basket would be swell.
It could burn their hand.
Warning, might get sued in your land.
The pleasure was yours.
That will fly from the stores.
Don't you think?
As away you slink.
Happy rope hanging day.
Might go a long way.
A cheer squad,
When no one is there to applaud.
I won one million bucks,
But aww shucks.
All you get is this basket.
They may blow a gasket.
Congrats on weighing 300 pounds.
Will sure get plenty of sounds.
They may sound like a bull moose though.
So you may want to be out of range at your show.
I enjoyed the robbery.
Will prove the thief doesn't relate to snobbery.
The house may be bare,
But at least a gift basket is there.
The final one will have no sign.
Until the recipient eats the food that is divine.
Then they will find the note at the bottom.
I just poisoned you, enjoy your autumn.
Wouldn't those be a hit? I am on a roll at my pit. The cat should charge for these ideas at his barge. For they just come out in mass, much like the gas from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Sorry, your brother is a moron.
Could put that right on the lawn.
Could swap the name out to.
So you can use it for anyone at your zoo.
It's not you it's me.
It would say it clearly.
Then no need to lie.
Bet it would go over well with a guy.
Sorry, I shot your foot.
That is just so well put,
That the NRA,
Would have a field day.
Go to hell.
That gift basket would be swell.
It could burn their hand.
Warning, might get sued in your land.
The pleasure was yours.
That will fly from the stores.
Don't you think?
As away you slink.
Happy rope hanging day.
Might go a long way.
A cheer squad,
When no one is there to applaud.
I won one million bucks,
But aww shucks.
All you get is this basket.
They may blow a gasket.
Congrats on weighing 300 pounds.
Will sure get plenty of sounds.
They may sound like a bull moose though.
So you may want to be out of range at your show.
I enjoyed the robbery.
Will prove the thief doesn't relate to snobbery.
The house may be bare,
But at least a gift basket is there.
The final one will have no sign.
Until the recipient eats the food that is divine.
Then they will find the note at the bottom.
I just poisoned you, enjoy your autumn.
Wouldn't those be a hit? I am on a roll at my pit. The cat should charge for these ideas at his barge. For they just come out in mass, much like the gas from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Published on December 09, 2013 03:00
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