Cutting the Cheese
It was time for our annual cookout
That's when my wife asked me please
"If you get the time and you don't mind,
Could I ask you to please cut the cheese?"
I have to admit I was puzzled
I couldn't imagine what she means
So that's when I went to the kitchen
And opened me up some beans
By the time I was finished
The people started to amass
My wife said, "It's time to get started,
Would you please pass the gas?"
So off I went to get some more beans
By now I was getting pretty full
Trying to figure out who would be first
To offer my finger to pull
By the time I got back it had started
But it ended in minutes to my shame
I burned down half of the city
I was standing too close to the flame
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