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Sep 02, 2004 15:02

Orangina, by El J. C. Meister

Quagmire, quagmire, quagmire
Ostrich egg soup.
Coffee made me icky,
Wendy's made me poop.

Chicken nuggets, tea eggs,
Throw on another scoop.
Go and make a milkshake,
And let's go chill on the stoop.

I rest my head amongst the clouds,
and now it's time to slumber.
For come another twenty minutes,
I must go fetch a plumber.

Hole puncher, screwdriver,
We must go fix the drain.
Then lets go and do a dance,
To bring an end to pain.

Bongo drums, dish liquid,
Let's dance until we drop.
Then when we wake, a cake we'll bake,
And throw in all our slop.

Peanut butter, soda cans,
The jig we did was good.
But now it's time to end our words,
And go and eat our food.
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