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Rum and Footles Don'T Mix

Some bum
       drank rum

     Fi - fie
       fo - fum

     Blood smelled
       he yelled

     Turned glum
       'twas Mum

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Paula Goldsmith

August 17, 2021 at 8:41 AM

A fun rum write. I do not drink but may be you need to put it in soda. I like my coffee and tea. Have a great/blessed day..................

Caren Krutsinger

August 16, 2021 at 11:57 AM

Fast paced with a bit of charm.

Line Gauthier

August 16, 2021 at 5:09 AM

Charming, Gershon ~

Tom Cunningham

August 13, 2021 at 3:09 AM

Remember my first rum on the island of Guadalupe in the Caribbean, a run down bar full of locals, I can still feel it burning as it went down, happy memories. Hope you're well Gershon. Tom

Gershon Wolf

August 13, 2021 at 11:11 AM

You remember your first rum? ... I remember my first Coca Cola. I was four years old; I teared up like crazy. No wonder it rips up the lining of your stomach! Now I stick to weak tea. lol. :) gw