My Balogne Has a Third Name Lol
something went bad in the fridge and it smells just like feet
and at one point in time it was something to eat
but now its a haven for bacteria and mold
its not fit for consumption or for the stomach to hold
it was'nt the ham or the turkey or par-kay
the fruits were just fine and the milk was okay
i looked over the food that was left on the tray
and the left overs was made just yesterday
i reached over and opened the vegetable bin
and everything was fine when i looked there within
i asked myself then what could that awful stench be
that assaulted my nostrils and kept torchering me
i looked at the shelf and glanced at the 12 dozen eggs
then i asked myself could it be the custard i made?
i looked in the corner behind the kool-aid
there was oscar mayer balogne starting to fade
EWWW!!! YUCK!!!! GROSS!!!!
i'll never eat with toast !!!!
my balogne had a first name
but it never had a host.
lol :)
Copyright © John Castro | Year Posted 2011
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