Best Slicer Poems

We were golfing in the morning
It was me and my friend Bill
We were on hole number seven
Everything was going well

I drove my ball straight down the fairway
The shot was pretty nice
Bill leaned hard into his shot
But he had a tendency to slice

It disappeared toward the...

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Mandolin slicer

         rubbing my heart on its blade

Tomato red bowl...

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