Like Ike
There once was a lady named Ike
Who drank when she rode on her trike
A vicious cycle which gave a pitch
Tossing her butt first into a ditch
Then the rest as neat as you like.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-04-19 at 23:13
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