Better Than a Pot Rice
A silly we poem that just popped into my headStabbage would have been awfully savage and maybewould have turned meinto a cabbage.No, give me some kissage,huggage and lotsa of loveage,for love is niceageand better than sliceage.I talk a lot about love,I am a love-monger,slightly cheesy,but oh, so bright, and very breezy.Breezy is the fan,a-blowing my face,best shut it off,or you'll feel my mace!To fight with a mace, must have been fun,crunch! broken bones,and another...