But What of the Ham
Hi,
Die
Hi to you too
Expressions are many
But words very few
You said, you’re leaving
But, never do.
You said, you love me, If not me who?
You said, I am the reason for your stress
You said, you loved him in my favorite dress
Yes, yes for thou curious indiscretions are as
Rinse able as summers eve and I, am not impressed
By your villainous deeds
You see the pleasures of a man, are simple as the man
Say what you will but, where is my ham?
Merry Christmas
- Fredrick Scott
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