What Don'T Kill Makes Fat
“ Dare you get the spoon between me fingers,”
“I’m not opening for I hate the taste that lingers.”
“Custer oil”
“The last time you gave it to me I’d thought I’d die but my pants were soiled.”
“I’m the laughing stock at school,”
“It ran down my leg and left a smell pool.”
“Kids call me wheenie the runny pooh.”
“How could you mum?”
“Give me something that make me loose control of my bum.”
“You said what doesn’t kill will only make you fat for goodness sake!”
“At this rate I’ll be as skinny as a rake.”
“Not this time, it will leave a mental scar,”
“”UHHHH!!! MMMMM!!! Yuck!!! Ahhhh”
“That’s not fare!!!”
“MUM now I have to take a change of underwear
*The Road to Well Ville Contest*
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