Rubbing Elbows On the Table
Rubbing elbows on the table Etiquette a ticketed fable in hands of Neanderthal Blowing wind a meander squall rocking the boat don’t knock unless you tried it, squawk All hawking and mighty and the cloth was all tidy The weapon of choice, a spoon Nothing like a vulture, you buffoon My elbow is on the table, you pig while you are at it straighten your wig
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