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Pappy with the Khaki
goat potbellied barnyard
That only he noticed, the old fart was
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
With her red enamel pin
the fishhead broke the window
Rubber eye erect 'n' detailed
from which breath should come
Is now closely fit with the chatter of the old inside

An assortment of observations place
Momma her lips like a cat
Pecked the ground like a
like a duck

Her stockings caught dust 'n' doughballs
She cracked her glaze, caught one eyelash
Rubbed her hands on her gorgeous
Her hands sticky metal intricate latchwork
Open to the room, uh, smell cold mixed bologna

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

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

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

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