Having a nice little chat,
Walking side by side with a brat.
Step upon a friable stick,
Under your foot, it feels like a brick.
It crackles, pay no attention.
Sit on a bench, feel suspension.
Hear a large crack,
Then you fall back.
And now you're awake,
due to a bouncy shake.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 9:01 PM UTC
Having a nice little chat,
Walking side by side with a brat.
Step upon a friable stick,
Under your foot, it feels like a brick.
It crackles, pay no attention.
Sit on a bench, feel suspension.
Hear a large crack,
Then you fall back.
And now you're awake,
due to a bouncy shake.
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