I didn’t eat the bare brick wall
I didn’t eat my house up all
I didn’t eat the walls of wood
I didn’t think it tasted good
I didn’t eat up window frames
I didn’t cook it with some flames
I didn’t eat the whole wood floor
I didn’t eat the front and back door
I didn’t eat my furniture
Basted with my favorite hickory cure
I didn’t eat the rugs rolled up
I didn’t eat them in one gulp
I didn’t nibble like a mouse
I won’t eat up my neighbor’s house.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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