On the counter 2 more soggy hamburger buns, and both of them are reciting puns. Talking hamburger buns, I've seen everything, next thing you know they'll be starting to sing.
This time I was expecting to see a cowboy hat, but I guess them soggy buns ain't ready for that. They say I have no choice in the decision they make, ignorant hamburger buns, that takes the cake.
I take them out into the sunlight to dry, they both glared out me like I could die. Reincarnation, we'll decide to be what we want, and for right now, that's going to be a croissant.......
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Jim AKA Rapid-Fire Publisher/Editor of WRITE ON!! Poetry Magazette
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