Out it does flow,
Where it comes I don’t know,
Smells worse that an old dead crow,
Skunks do run and they are stink pro’s…
I cannot believe they are of me a part,
Today they did from the morning start,
Thankfully I do drive alone, maybe it was that tart,
Stink they do like a barbecued fart…
Chocolate milk & chips,
Chicken Alfredo and dip,
Eat do I so many differing things,
Maybe my butt is trying to toot and sing…?
© ed ~ 2/21/06
You Stinky You!!
Pheeeeeeeeeew!!
Love Stinky
Eileen
There are some things I wouldn't admit to. You, on the other hand, have no secrets, I guess...you are craaaaaazy, bold, out there. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Just don't lay blame on Rufuz *wOOOOf!!* LOLOL