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Pappy the Khaki sweatband
goat potbellied barnyard
That only he noticed, the old fart was
The old gold Madonna

Dancin' to the 'n saw
He ran behind the knoll
'N' on his wooden fishhead
The worked 'n' snapped
All the bees back to the

Momma was flatten 'n'
her red enamel rollin' pin
When the fishhead the window
eye erect 'n' precisely detailed
Airholes from which should come
Is now fit with the chatter of the old fart inside

An assortment of took place
Momma her lips like a cat
Pecked the like a rooster
like a duck

Her stockings down caught 'n' doughballs
She cracked her glaze, caught one eyelash
her hands on her gorgeous gingham
Her hands grasped sticky intricate latchwork
Open to the room, uh, smell cold with bologna

bands crumpled wax paper bonnets
Fat legs 'n' special jellies
by the warmth of the room
The old fart this through his important breather holes

he dialed from within from the outside we observed
That the nose of the mask
Where the holes had just been a ago

Was now smooth blended camouflaged in
With the very intricate rainbow replica
The old fart inside was now freely
From his perfume bottle air bulb invention

His excited eyes from within the interior glazed
Watered in appreciation of his cleveration
Uh man, it's so