Good Meal That With You Sticks
Good Meal That With You Sticks
First thing in morning how I get my fix,
Write limericks about a dog that licks;
Likes to eat,
When I meet,
And each meal to his ribs always sticks.
Jim Horn
Now will fix my coffee.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017
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