You just barged in
On my glass-faced
50โ bamboo shoot
With permission from
Your uncle, the baker
Closed down up top
Schools out
Foods on, the table
Turned legs up
For liberty
You sat in on my sit in
Trampled my tiles
With your horse feet
Cut up besides
Boracho barbers
I can hear the chewing
In my sleep
Muscular
Fuerte, si. Gracias for noticing, RD. ๐
Oh, m’gosh! Have a happier day tomorrow.