Pd How Foxxy Is She - Can'T Post a Question Mark Here
There once was a foxy young poet,
With a lawn and no one to mow it.
So she rustled some ewes,
And then ate them in twos -
And as for the grass, she’ll re-grow it.
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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