Grits
Miscalculated the opened door
Spilled those grits on the floor
Well some went on the cabinet top
Some went here and there and flop
These grits were uncooked see
Gritty and runny milky indeed
They went under the coffee keeper
All over the clean coffee steeper
When they finished running around
I thought that they was kin to one who bounds
Like a stud, a casanova everywhere
I didn't make a sound really I didn't make a sound
I could have but I bit my tongue
I held up the shield to my thoughts
I held them captive until my husband
Came in the room and I told him
Do not drop any water on the floor
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