Party Boy

This is my stick person, Joe.
		             He looks really funny.
		            He has a small nose he has no toes.
	  	         He has a small dog named bunny.
                            
		         He has no job and he has no life.
	              	I feel sorry for him because he has an imaginary wife.
                                                      
                                                     He was at the top of his job until he got fired.
                                                         Now he’s a party boy and he can’t get hired.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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