Krazy Glue Face - Poem by Clifferd Goose
Henry, you've glued your face to the wall again, you do that twice a day. It takes me hours just to pry you loose, that's why my hair is gray. Why must you glue your face to the wall? I haven't got a clue. It seems a little strange to me, it's not what other men do. If you wouldn't glue your face to the wall, then I could water the tree, but since you glue your face to the wall, my time's spent prying you free. You insist on gluing your face to the wall, so I'm not going to spoil it, I'd like to leave you stuck to the wall, but then you'd need the toilet. Too bad you glue your face to the wall, you really have ruined the walls. I have to plaster all day long because of your fat jaws. There's times you glue your face to the wall and people will stop and stare, cause when you glue your face to the wall, it's often done out there. I can finally go to the store right now, is there something I can get for you? All right, I'll get it, so just don't sweat it, another case of krazy glue.
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