A Race Car Sandwich
I'm going to eat a race car sandwich.
It will run down my gullet, hard and fast.
It will clean out my tummy, and drive past my gas.
It will clean me out, right?
I will eat a race car sandwich at the next red light.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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