Emma Squeekmire Poem by Ray Lucero

Emma Squeekmire



A childhood friend named Emma Squeekmire
Was a mean little girl who liked playing with fire
One day Emma set our Grade School ablaze
With gasoline, a match and a jar of mayonnaise
It was clear her brain had gone severely haywire


(ROTMS)

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