A sea of buttery happiness
Is home to the roundest of islets
Side by side they wallow.
Quite naturally, the islands,
Are covered in ham.
Ham? Ham!
And lazily perched
On the hams highest point
Sits an avian sphere
Perfectly poached.
Straining against its
White little straight jacket.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
A sea of buttery happiness
Is home to the roundest of islets
Side by side they wallow.
Quite naturally, the islands,
Are covered in ham.
Ham? Ham!
And lazily perched
On the hams highest point
Sits an avian sphere
Perfectly poached.
Straining against its
White little straight jacket.
Pop.
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