The Missing Toe
Somewhere in an overgrown yard
You'll find a lonely toe
Flesh and bone now all alone
Where the weeds will always grow
An accident destined to happen
While barefoot on the lawn
An evil tale with a gasoline smell
And the horror it would spawn
It happened early one morning
With the weed whacker by my side
It was nice and sunny but it's wasn't very funny
It was the day that a grown man cried
The weed whacker had a mind of its own
Like Jack the Ripper if you will
It got my big toe first with its blood filled thirst
Looking for some blood to spill
Well, I put it under my pillow
There's gotta be a toe fairy right?
When I woke the next day the toe was gone away
Disappearing in the middle of the night
And for all of those who are wondering
This story simply isn't true
At least not yet but don't you ever forget
When you're working in the yard wear a shoe
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