Hope Zona Man's okay, didn't get an overdose of pricks
Uh please excuse, cactus thorns, sharp pointy things, oh fiddlesticks
Let's just call them tiny daggers
Making JJ scream and stagger
Just wrap him up in swaddling clothes, this raving lunatic
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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