Ugha Mahhha Lahhh Jabbbb
he time machine took us way back
To the cave dweller days
No electricity no electronics
The hit of the day was cave paintings
In order to see them we had to ditch our clothes
We made ourselves animal skin coverings
And oohed and ahhed like no one’s business
While we stared at the paintings of the day
Some so freshly made, we could streak them
Ugha Mahhha Lahhh Jabbbb
We were out of our element
Not being able to speak the language
How do we get back? my comrade asked.
I wish I knew.
Sad that this is our entertainment now
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