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Saturday, February 2, 2019

Other Goose

Miff'd, Miss Muffet quit her tuffet,
stashing her curds and whey.
Said she to the spider who sat down beside her,
"Ya'll git yer own whey! F**kin' A!" 

Ding, dong, bell.

Pussy's in the well.
Who put her in?
I did? Bloody Hell!

Mary had a little lamb.

Like snowdrift was its fleece.
And everywhere that Mary went
the lamb went. Jeez Louise!

Baa-baa, Black Sheep:

have you any wool?
Not a single bagful? 
What a load o' bull!

Three blind mice!
See how they run!
They all ran after the farmer's wife...
Hey! Are we freakin' done? 


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