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Water, water, everywhere, Turn on the faucet, It's not there.... Broken main, they say... Trailer park bosses, They don't care, They gave us each three gallons Of water in a jug, Hard to take a bath, Unless you're the size Of a baby bug... So, drink beer or soda, Unbathed, there is an odor, I always said this trailer park stinks, Life here is but a jinx... Buy a pup-tent, Camp near a mountain stream, Starting to sound, Like a wishful dream Hydrogen hydroxide, Giver of life, There's none in this park, Revolt is rife.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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