COMBAT
Look at the placemat, land sat
Begat of that play nothing prevails
I place my hat on a hook
Threw it didn't take a first look
Muskrat Nebat fell on the bell
Trip and fell down the wishing well
On that,pack rat Larrirette he can hardy find his belt
My, oh my he needs it to hold his pants up
Palm cat drinking non-fat milk
Mcnatt the rat cooking Decon pelets in a cast iron skillet
I myself with Nebat, Larrirette and Palm running around the kitchen
All this drama, no carma
Display does that doormats down at this address
All this drama going on in my small house
So I open the door as we all ran out
Someone hollered --------------------COMBAT
5/7/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
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