Toenails

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

HUMOUR. THIS POEM IS NONSENSE!

Toenails

 

After reading

" The Persistance

Of Toenails "

At an 

Exhibition of

Deformed genitalia,

I ate 

My stale

Clock

In the rancid

Morning,

And highjacked

A choo choo

Train,

And drove

It to

Insomnia station,

Where I

Disinfected

Salvidor Dali,

As he 

Pushed

A giraffe

On a swing

In the eunich's

Playground...

Sometimes I

Have too

Many carrots

Stuck in

My throat,

And I

Can't sing,

It must

Be time

To eat

Meat...

 

 

 


Submitted: April 25, 2020

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88 fingers

Some toe jam on your toast would be good.

Sun, April 26th, 2020 12:17am

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is that good for tinea too 88? Thanks for your suggestion!

Sat, April 25th, 2020 5:28pm

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