Stand Up And Be Proud
Wearing That Kiss-Ass Shroud.
Drop The Dirty Pitch
In Your Fear-Filled Ditch.
And Let The Music Out.
Make Your Spirit Loud.
Rumble With The Crowd. . .
Rump Lets One Go—
Puff Of Smoke Instant Blow
Like A Mound Of Snow
With An Fiery Glow.
Now You Know.
It’s Not About The Dough.
Nothing Smells Best Than
A Load Of Grateful Toes
Wiggling For A Pose.
H.T. Manogue
Shortsleeves.net
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