Smelling Posies

I was smelling a posy
When a bee stung my nosey
Just then I fell like a rock
And squished a peacock
Why does it have to be me
Oh boy now I have to pee
I tripped on a duck
On the way to my truck
I ran out of time
I couldn’t wait in line
For the porta-potty
Wetness had over come me
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