Random poetry

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I love my 'lil babies,
But I'm tired of the poo.

I just don't know where it all comes from.  I mean, sometimes I SWEAR they wait for my day off so I can change each of them like three times. 
Posted by Turbomacncheese at 8/26/2009 9:14 PM
Categories: lunchroom
 

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