Thursday, July 28, 2011

Your terrible poetry of the day.

Oh, give me a home
Where the yaks they do roam
and the chickens they cluck in their coop.
Where the doggie does dance
The cat sleeps on your pants
and they all produce far too much poop.
Home! Home on the range!
Where the mountains loom nearby all day!
Where oft it is heard
An ill-rhyming word
and the puns they flow thickly, Oy Vey.

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