Hell's Bells

by Michael D Nalley   Jan 13, 2012


Hell's Bells
Friday 13th
Is cold as hell
Slipped on ice and fell
I have the flu and cannot smell
My mashed finger's starting to swell
The dong is missing from my liberty bell
I ate a peanut and swallowed the shell
I need some water from a wishing well
To have it bessed so this cursed day will dispel
The repitition of this awful bad luck that I need to repel
This day is half over what will happen next I cannot tell
But if it gets any colder and want to get older I should say farewell

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