Cheese and a Newt
Here's a thing, a hunk of cheese.
All alone, with naught to please.
Crackers, cider, bread or fruit,
To none of these things would a newt
Turn up his damp, blunt snoot.
All alone, with naught to please.
Crackers, cider, bread or fruit,
To none of these things would a newt
Turn up his damp, blunt snoot.
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Ah...I'm not quite sure where this one came from...like i said, stream of consciousness...I realize this is craziness. Please, don't hurt me. ^_^;;