Dig It
i am topsy
she is turvy
i'm an insy
but so is she
no doubt we're
without an outsy
plum dumb
down and out
so naturally we
panicked as she
tried to pull hers
to make it come
out i simply applied
my tweezer fingers
and discovered the
wonder of in by
picking out what
must have been
a relic maybe flannel
from the seventies
hair ball
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