sweeping out the nest
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I Made A Fly Retarded When I Bashed Him On The Head
I thought to make it quick and clean, and now he's not quite dead.
I should have hit him harder when he landed on my fudge,
'Cause now I'm dealing with a zombie-fly who's got a grudge.
September 24, 2009 at 2:56 PM
I can actually see the illustration for this lovely poem!
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