I met a metal man,
His head was just a can,
Then I spied his wife,
Her finger was a knife,
I also saw their son,
His screws were all undone,
And when I pet the dog,
My hand scratched on a cog.
February 13, 2010
junkyard
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keep ’em coming:-)
Comment by admin — February 13, 2010 @ 7:52 am