Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Sticky Bun #366
Sticky Bun Your time served is done! Shun the evil, Son, Get rid of that huge sticky bun that holds you down, that weighs a ton, Go! Have fun and don't forget it's all been won, the price was paid, no smoking gun remains, no sin at all, no, not one to hold you back, this aint no pun, You've got two legs! Now, Run! Run that race that I've begun in you. Run! |
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Sticky Bun #366
Sticky Bun #366