The man waited for Thanksgiving Day, To take part in an evening buffet The food would be inviting He felt his mouth watering He stayed so impatient for Thursday He found the food tasting so yummy He crammed all he could in his tummy He wanted to go for poo But sad, nowhere was a loo He ran up and down very crummy
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2023
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