Brylecreammery Hambagurs Upon My Half Eaten Plate. Poem by Michael Gale
Brylecreammery Hambagurs Upon My Half Eaten Plate.
Scarecrowe and Brylcreammery Hambagers taste good dropped far from the bad habited grey matter...
YUm yUM yum.
Throw me not the morsel or crumb...
Does that no seem too dumb?
Hammer me this...
You've nailed it clear and into the spaced out rockets.
Dig, dig, and dig down deeply into hallf emptied pockets...
Broadened and stuck to shoulders well broad.
Oh me, oh my-Oh Gawd, oh Gawd.
My name's Chett and not Claude...
Potatoed shoestrings are always noticed untied...
Tongue hangin' out.
Too bad i've lied.
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