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A Twisted Tale

They ran her ou ta town with

 

her ****** hanging down...

 

They said she'd put a spell

 

on the grocer's witless son.

 

See how stories get twisted.

 

The truth is much more misted.

 

Twas the out house that she sought;

 

having drunk gallons of rot gut,

 

and an alligator popped up to

 

bite her rear.

 

The dim wit heard her scream;

 

thought he was in a dream

 

and ran out to assist her.

 

Seen together in this fashion

 

twisted up and rather mashing

 

folks took the first impression

 

and their tongues began a wagging.

 

They put her on a bus all covered with dust.

 

The grocer's son sitting right beside her.

 

Nothing like a twisted tale to

 

put you on the road to desolation

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Written by
kathleen-myra-colby
German
Published
Sep 7, 2010
Lines·Words
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just a ditty from a nit witty KMCOLBY@2010

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