Trimming Zz Top
I gave ZZ Top a trim, my lying uncle said.
He could not say it straight. His face got all red.
We found the evidence after he was long dead.
“Look at this!” yelled my lying cousin Little Ned.
“Come on!” I said as I stared at the pick.
This has to be some kind of Uncle Tommy trick!
No way had ZZ Top come to this one-cat town.
But we still haul that stupid photograph around.
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