Tale of Gingerbread Tree
you have not really lived until you get to see
a gingerbread tree, with icing said Miss Lee
A gingerbread tree? What is that? I asked.
Something you need to see she said, handing over a flask.
I do not need spirits to see things, so I passed it back.
Liquor makes me throw up, it is truly like an attack.
A gingerbread tree though, would be something to see.
I warmed up a bit to the annoying neighbor, Miss Lee.
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