There’s a tempest
In a teapot
And the teapot
Is my stomach
And my stomach
Is invaded
And the invaders
have big boots
And the boots
Weren’t left at the door
And the door
Is wide open
But they don’t
get my meaning
They just want to stay
And party
I want to yell
At the unruly guests
To get out
But they
Don’t have
Ears.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
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