The Flusher
The Flusher
The Super man came to the door again what he said was it this time ants said
eye ants just ants and eye only flushed it once The super man was knocking on
my door the ants came out and killed the neighborhood said the super man and
then he knocked upon my door the ants are tiny creatures eye began they got in
the radiation from the computer store said the super man it is not and never will
be the fault of eye began to understand this super man the ants is grown and
feeding to get larger and to roam upon the city Blue and Proper is the suburb of
the urban dweller there oh super man please help me put them in the krypton
bottle and please just keep them there the super man looked thoughtful and his
eyes were sort of Blue and Proper he began to understand the eye and rounded
up the ants in the city Proper but Blue had been destroyed. The Blue City had 27
people living there so for twenty seven days you have to flush just only once and
use it only then and hold it in for all the rest of them times that bathroom time
comes and do not dispose of ants that way the eye is done with flush as a
means of my disposal now for twenty seven days. Thanksgiving to the super
man the flusher is okay.
Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2007
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