Crispy MeatballsA Poem by BigDaddySiddlehahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa in the tubYou are an ingredient of the food, "crispy meatballs" The more you're mixed with a spatula, the harder the crumbs fall The taste is not for one to admire And not one for your tonsil's desire
They're supposed to be meaty and soft But instead yours are meaty like Rebecca Ruecroft Shall we use the oven gloves to remove you from the oven? Or shall I give you some hardcore, spicey loving?
We'll just leave you to boil, because you gave me crispy meatballs... © 2011 BigDaddySiddleAuthor's Note
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Added on July 4, 2011 Last Updated on July 4, 2011 AuthorBigDaddySiddleDarlington, and proud, United KingdomAboutThey call me Jacob because my mother and father gave me that name when I was born :) I'm a male, ladies ;) A few things I rather enjoy doing in order: 1. Exploring various D.I.Y. stores and comparin.. more..Writing
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