And, the winner is?
Yes, it’s Money Bliss,
Yes, eleven in a minute,
No matter how you skin it,
And in Olympic flair and style,
The last throws on the pile,
A hurting wriggling mass,
Of twisted little bodies thus,
Slippers, their coats will be,
Pretty, as you can see,
Bunnies, puppies, kittens,
Skinned alive, for mittens,
Like skinning mink for fur,
To cover some bare assed cur,
Now this is Olympic sport as(s)(w)hole
It hardens, body, as well as soul!
Seems that greed and sadism go hand on hand.
Georg
Blessings,
Joyce B.
ET
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.