My Sheltered and Cultured Upbringing
Well, well, well, well, this is the story of four holes
How's that for a real grabber my merry old souls
Ear holes, nostrils, and mouth
And one other a little bit further south
My sheltered and cultured upbringing won't allow me to utter it! A––––––
© Jack Ellison 2015
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015
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