I just want to say,
I’m sorry I have been a WHEY.
It’s just life makes me curdle,
As I churn until the morrow
It’s just life makes me curdle,
As I churn until the morrow
And strain through the sorrow
Will I ever get on top?
Since I’m such a milksop?
These thoughts I won’t UDDER
I’m sure I will get BUTTER!
Poetic license?
Poetic apology?
Poetic justice?
Will I ever get on top?
Since I’m such a milksop?
These thoughts I won’t UDDER
I’m sure I will get BUTTER!
Poetic license?
Poetic apology?
Poetic justice?
~Othen Cummings
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