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He burned my bacon

Poetry By: RJohnson
Humor


Tags: Humor


THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.


Submitted:Sep 24, 2007    Reads: 278    Comments: 8    Likes: 7   


He burned my bacon and my eggs were runny.

His meal made me sick and he still expected money.

When I wouldn't pay, he got pretty sore.

He shot me in the ass as I walked out the door.

I have a piece of advice for people and you better listen to what I say.

If you eat at that man's restaurant, you better make certain that you pay.





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