Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Downed Leg

In a hospital lies a downed leg,
topical cream applies, and a drunken popsicle snuggles a downed keg.

I’m a family guy, but I've never produced a daughter named Meg.
I beat an egg, it scrambles, unable to regroup, it rambles, with no choice but to run with both legs.


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