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On Tim's
by Stella Meades*
There once was a man from Oshkosh
Who daily on donuts did nosh
While pound after pound
Was making him round
All his friends they could say was 'Oh gosh'.
These friends then took out his old bike
Said 'come let us take a short hike'
So then over the hill
With nary a spill
He once again felt like a tyke.
*(From Stella with critical suggestions
from Sandy)
May 30, 2005 |