Shampoo Cuckoo
~ Warning ~
'Deep Meaning' lurks just beneath
this shallow conversation...
One egg, please, no smell
Are you mad, sire, pray tell
Heavens, no. I'm off to shampoo
with egg salad gel
Yes. I see that of your normal self, sire
you are but a shell
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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