Gotta Run Down to the Store
DAMN it, you stupid old fart!
Why did you pull out THAT cart?
That cart with the wobbly front wheel
And it squeaks! (How embarrassed I feel)
Oops! Beg your pardon sweet ma'am
Yes, I know who I think that I am
(Crash) Oh good god mercy me
"CLEAN-UP ON AISLE NUMBER THREE"
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013
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