Drag, drag, drag your boat,
gently through mud and **** that
before was a stream
Humpty Trumpty sat
in his gold penthouse chanting,
"We will build a wall!"
Old MacDonald had
a farm on cleared forest land,
E-I-E-I-O
Do you know the nut-/
gluten-/dairy-/egg-/sugar-
free muffin man? No?
She sells seashells by
the steadily rising and
trash-bestrewn seashore
If you're happy and
you know it, get a shrink; it's
2017.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 6:16 AM UTC
Drag, drag, drag your boat,
gently through mud and **** that
before was a stream
Humpty Trumpty sat
in his gold penthouse chanting,
"We will build a wall!"
Old MacDonald had
a farm on cleared forest land,
E-I-E-I-O
Do you know the nut-/
gluten-/dairy-/egg-/sugar-
free muffin man? No?
She sells seashells by
the steadily rising and
trash-bestrewn seashore
If you're happy and
you know it, get a shrink; it's
2017.
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