LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt
Monday, June 29, 2020
SCRAPE FROM THE CAPE
I had for my lunch a big plate of fresh scrape,
I found the scrape on the highway down by the cape,
I should have ate at the bar,
The scrape tasted of twigs, leaves, and, tar,
But, maybe I poisoned within me the worm they call tape.
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