Waiting for the mail blowsOnce upon a summer haze The sun was burning quite A frightful blaze I sat enduring the day's malaiseWaiting for the mail blows
When faintly I heard footsteps walking, Walking and then soon after I hearkened knocking, Knocking upon my great white wooden door Thus I leapt across my tile floor "It is my package," I said "only this and nothing more, Only this I do implore,"
I opened door wide, agape Anticipating the shadow and shape Of my portly postman
When instead I beheld a tiny figure With his companion, who was none the bigger Who held his water gun trigger
I have purple underwearColored underpants Are best worn snugly and festively Respectively And when a circumstance presents the chance remove your pants And release them from their denim prison They implore for liberation Oblige to temptation So take off your God damned jeans And reveal the undies that fit so snugly It's only indecent if you're uglyI have purple underwear
Artichoke
My scanner works!!
-dances-
It's awesome..
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I saw you shoot that deer, my dear.
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