Ho, ho, ho!
Fridge, bridge, flour.
Drunken Santa walked out the door
Opened the fridge and grabbed a muffin,
Crossed the bridge still puffing,
Threw the flour on the floor,
What a calembour galore!
Street Girl
Bon appetit! She can't hear no shit I wonder what her headphones play I doubt it's a love song Because she is pretty lonely, I'd say, I'm lonely too, but I'm okay, She deserves better, But she is indifferent to my say
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