Flavor to the max
Omegas from the Flax.
These roads are twisty
I hope the sky gets misty.
My mother
told my brother
to eat the penny.
She whacked him with a mallet
and knocked the penny out of his palette
in the middle of June
while riding a balloon.
The sky was dark
But Gary's still a narc.
Bob ate my chowder,
so at him I threw powder.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
Flavor to the max
Omegas from the Flax.
These roads are twisty
I hope the sky gets misty.
My mother
told my brother
to eat the penny.
She whacked him with a mallet
and knocked the penny out of his palette
in the middle of June
while riding a balloon.
The sky was dark
But Gary's still a narc.
Bob ate my chowder,
so at him I threw powder.
