Sausage, My Dear
SAUSAGE, MY DEAR
There was once a poet who amused
As forever wrote about his muse
For him, it gave great ardor
What was inside his larder
Only that famed sausage of Toulouse
Indiana Shaw . . .
"The banger supreme - ooh la la" . . . ; )
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2020
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