A Nutty Poem
Riding in the Wagon
over such deep ruts
I simply had no choice
but to grab his nuts.
I didn't want them jarred around
didn't want them smashed
Didn't want them banged or bruised
or even to get bashed.
I grabbed them soft as possible
in a firm, yet gentle way
Didn't want him thinking
I'd be holding them all day
The road began to straighten out
so his nuts I did release
When we pulled up to the Walnut Farm
We let out a sigh of relief
Our journey has now ended
the Walnuts are all gone
Tomorrow I'll hold his nuts again
At the early break of Dawn
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