Old Man From Missouri
There was an old man from Missouri.
Biting his nails, he tended to worry.
Taping his fingers to stop the bad habit,
he switched to candy wherever he could grab it,
and once he was full, he always got purry.
Copyright © Thomas Wells | Year Posted 2022
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