Caught me at a good time, dear
in emasculated rhyme, fear
otherwise I'd be out of line,
as it was I was fine.
Let's just keep it on the ground
(I was probably in the basement)
Carry it to our burial mound
(in alcohol-induced stupor)
Leave it in the lost-and-found
It's not mine.













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