An Oddity

I think that I shall never see A thing as odd as eight baby Eight baby from a single mother Makes me roll my eyes- oh brother Oh sister oh brother oh sister oh yeah Mother looked like a Guernsey cow Is there milk enough- I don't see how? Eight colic'd infants wailing in the night- Draw back, draw back- go fly a kite Eight fitful babies screaming in duress- Moved far away left no forwarding address Eight poopy babies dragging two pound diapers Went to the car wash and used the windshield wipers Eight teething babies wrangling on the bed- Picked up a gun and blew off her head.

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