There once was a cook from Nantucket,
Who lived all her life in a bucket,
She cooked a fish stew,
A dumb thing to do,
That savory cook from Nantucket.
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I can tell my time on Earth, is about ticked out...because if i ain't commmon to The Farmyard, no, thank you. The oceans, by me, can go screw...speaking of the culinary, of course....
2 comments:
I can tell my time on Earth, is about ticked out...because if i ain't commmon to The Farmyard, no, thank you. The oceans, by me, can go screw...speaking of the culinary, of course....
I wrote a 10 minute play, re:the death of Millard Fillmore...the other main character is a brainless maid of all work by the name of Nan Tucket....
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