Every April I join in the April Poetry month thing, so here goes Day the Third:
PEEPS
Every Easter 'he' brings me Peeps
He stuffs them in by heaps and heaps
I'd rather throw them under Jeeps
Their sug'ry bodies make me bulge
If I but think I might indulge
I'd rather eat a pound of fulge.
Fudge...:o)
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2015 by H. Linn Murphy
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