01-29-2015, 09:17 PM
no one cries
for fresh bashed heads
by the old mill pond
Mr. Potatohead lies on the ground,
hat flattened, spectacles out of round.
He's been thoroughly bashed,
whipped to frenzy and mashed,
butter rammed into him by the pound.
Good morning, Chris,
for fresh bashed heads
by the old mill pond
Mr. Potatohead lies on the ground,
hat flattened, spectacles out of round.
He's been thoroughly bashed,
whipped to frenzy and mashed,
butter rammed into him by the pound.
Good morning, Chris,
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