T-SHIRT FROM HELL…

Been told the above t shirt was made in hell,

That is basically why I think,

It was so easy to sell,

To a dope like me,

Who just had to tell,

The world about something so small & infantile,

Well that last word there almost rhymed,

If only I could just spell…

Every time they did that t shirt sell,

There was this big loud bell,

Notifying the world to be nearby,

To see who next bought the shirt, “oh do tell”!

Guess I had had too much muscatel,

The day I allowed the self to be talked into this sell,

Suffice to say, it was observed by my other half,

With all the enthusiasm of an unexploded bombshell.

She thought it rude and abusive,

And so I had to agree lest I be sent to hell,

The shirt is now used to wax the car,

But forever do I have a picture to keep,

And now so do you so any rumors you can dispel…

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