Bags, by Lunaria |
Bags of dog poop hanging there Casting their aroma in the air Drawing to them many flies I'll bake them all in my pies. I'll call it "Poopfly Pie" And give a piece to my neighbor by and by If she thinks it's very good I'd bake some more if I could. |
Posted: 2009-09-04 23:42:16 UTC |
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