Bookies and Cookies poem
Submitted by familyfunandfaith on Tue, 2006-08-15 01:30
I tried reach my bookie
to get a big bet booked.
While waiting I ate a cookie,
that last night I had cooked.
As I waited I began to squirm
and my tummy became squeamish,
perhaps that cookie had a germ.
I would like to send it to Venus!


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