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"taboule" poems
The boss at christmas is named John He runs a church festival on the church lawn His staff doesn't know the difference What? They couln't refference? Between a platter and a plate And I don't know what the hell I ate? One Shishkabob and rice Ain't that nice Humus was so gross From your heads to your toes Taboule is suppose to be some kind of salad Won't someone make this into a ballad? Overpricing and that's the icing! Belly dancing And people prancing A band and A DJ and that's okay! What else more can I say? After all these years he's still cheap Leave a message after the beep!
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 5:46 AM UTC
The Boss at christmas/Church festival