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Pappy with the sweatband
Bowed goat potbellied
That only he noticed, the old was smart
The old gold Madonna

to the fiddle 'n saw
He ran down behind the
'N' slipped on his wooden
The mouth worked 'n'
All the back to the bungalow

Momma was 'n' lard
her red enamel rollin' pin
When the fishhead broke the
Rubber eye erect 'n' detailed
Airholes from which should come
Is now closely fit with the chatter of the old inside

An assortment of took place
Momma licked her like a cat
the ground like a rooster
Pivoted a duck

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

Rubber bands crumpled wax bonnets
Fat goose legs 'n' jellies
Ignited by the warmth of the
The old fart this through his important breather holes

Cleverly he dialed from from the outside we observed
That the of the wooden mask
Where the holes had just a moment ago

Was now smooth amazingly camouflaged in
With the very intricate rainbow trout
The old fart inside was now freely
From his perfume bottle atomizer air bulb

His excited eyes within the dark interior glazed
in appreciation of his thoughtful cleveration
Uh man, so heavy