Piss in the pot
Please aim and hold
Please aim it in the pot
At nine, I was told
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So aim I did, a putting shot
The wind it blew too bold
I wince and jerk, it bent then jolt
Nine days scold..
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(a page extracted from my Cursery Rhymes Series)
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hey diddle diddle
I pat as I fiddle
my urge jumped over the moon
my little wurst laughed to seek such spot
but my dish shrieked away like cartoon..
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(a page from my Cursery Rhymes series)
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nite! nite!
sleep tight!
don’t let those BIG LIPS
mosquitoes bite!
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and if they did
I might! I might!
blow up those BIG LIPS
with dynamite!
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(a page from my Cursery Rhymes series)
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