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You Are What You Eat
There was no way I was eating any;
They smelled like grandpa's old feet,
But mom scolded: "You better have plenty
Cuz you know, you are what you eat."
So, when she left the room, I threw them out
Cuz I don't wanna be a Brussels sprout.
They smelled like grandpa's old feet,
But mom scolded: "You better have plenty
Cuz you know, you are what you eat."
So, when she left the room, I threw them out
Cuz I don't wanna be a Brussels sprout.
Published 4th Aug 2014
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4th Aug 2014 3:58am
LMAO, I remember those days!!
Great write and read Ms. Allison!!!
Love your pen work sweets!!
Wrote a new piece too!
Sir Lancelott
Great write and read Ms. Allison!!!
Love your pen work sweets!!
Wrote a new piece too!
Sir Lancelott
4th Aug 2014 4:07am
Allison...this was a delightful write and read...did you know that if you rub garlic on your feet you will end up with garlic on your breath...but not sure if you eat garlic if your feet will smell!!! Please be safe and well...thanks and take care...Jimbo
Anonymous
5th Aug 2014 9:10am
Haha, great piece. Delightful, indeed
10th Aug 2014 8:23am
13th Aug 2014 10:24pm
Awesome! Hilariously clever so bright and charming! thank you for the late night laugh
