Burned To a Crisp
Burned To A Crisp
What we did was go on a long trip
So on ourselves we could get a grip
Except last time my wife was seen
Died putting load in washing machine
When in she decided to take a dip.
Wife had burned toast to a crisp
Now when I talk it is with a lisp;
Badly damaged my body has been;
Will never eat burnt toast again;
Away to be buried me appetite did wisp.
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017
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