Summer so hot and so lazy, Brother went fishing at the lake with bait, Hammer head shark he thought he saw, Number of fish he caught was eight.
Lover bugs almost ate me alive, Wonder drugs for the pain I now take, Runner get beer to cool us off, Mother please cook us a steak.
Date Written: 6/5/2021
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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