Used To Be a Wall Flower
Believe it or not, I was a wall-flower when I was young
Look at me now, noted for much doo-doo I do flung
But I'm still a gentle soul
A yummy casserole
Of brawn and mushy stuff, it's my mother tongue
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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