by Shel Silverstein
Runny be quimble,
Runny be nick,
Runny cump over the jandlestick.
But now—what smells like furning bluff?
Guess he didn’t hump jigh enough.
Runny Babbit is jacticing his prumping here.
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Friday, April 15, 2011
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