The Kitchen Sink
(Only the first line of this poem is true.)
I've written poems about everything but the kitchen sink.
I write so much that it hurts when I think.
I'd write some more but my pen is out of ink.
I'm the only man in my town who wears a mink.
Don't mess with me, I don't take sass.
If you tell anybody about my mink, I'll kick your ___.
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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