Connecticut Crock Warning from Cousin Gus
those Connecticut crocks think they are too good for us
They look down their noses at me especially said Gus
They are snooty and snotty, their shoes are designer
I cannot stand to be around them; their son is a whiner
I was thinking the only whiner here was my cousin Gus.
But I did not say it, because I did not want a relative fuss.
Grandma invited the Connecticut crocks to Thanksgiving that year.
I actually found them to be delightful, insightful and pretty much dear.
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