Sunday, May 30, 2010


I tried to buy sneakers,
Instead I got squeakers,
And now I’m a terrible spy.

My cool new sunglasses
Were really sun-grasses
That grow so incredibly high.

My new little pony
Turned out to be phony.
I feel for the poor little feller.

If only I could,
I’d retire for good,
And become a professional speeler.

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