Trouser problemsA Poem by The Enemy
A long time ago in a land far away
A pair of scruffy trousers came to stay With holes in the knees and a split in the crotch Where the zip was removed and stuffed in a sock A stain in the centre from the cream out the pipe A brown patch was smelling so very much ripe Never been cleaned these poor trouser legs And you should have seen his friends called the kegs Now trousers were made to withstand such a force Even the parsnip deserves a divorce As the smell wasn't good when sausage shot out his load And his sprouts were as wrinkly as a wrinkly old toad
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Added on January 2, 2018 Last Updated on January 2, 2018 AuthorThe Enemyburntwood, Staffs, United KingdomAboutIm Fraggle I have been learning and using Pixel Lighting for a few months and have learend alot with the help of the Xlights group. more..Writing
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