Where goods disappear
As she shops without fear
And they re-appear in her home.
When my cat wants to show that she’d missed me,
she jumps into my arms to kiss me.
Two paws on my cheeks,
Of fish her breath reeks -
And then she does nothing but lick me!
There was a young fellow named Horting,
who a political position did courting.
but once elected,
the voters neglected,
he'd nothing but rorting and rorting!
who a political position did courting.
but once elected,
the voters neglected,
he'd nothing but rorting and rorting!
Peter Frederick
http://www.peterfrederick.org
http://www.life-on-the-road.com
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