Limmer ick.

by Taylor Porton   Mar 11, 2008


I'm not really sure how to start this
my mind is enveloped in darkness
no time to write down
all the words that I've found
the biting is worse than the bark is

there once was a fish who could not swim
this fact often made him feel quite grim
he'd flip and he'd flop,
till out the bowl he dropped
from there his future was dim

sometimes I like to get dirty
get me in mud and I'm flirty
no soap is required
we'll never get tired
we can do this all day till we're 30

there once was a girl from Nantucket
she threw her heart into a bucket
a boy knocked it down
this made her frown
and out loud she decided to "FVCK IT".

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