Holy Mol-ey
GuacamoleI sure wish Gavin
Would make that GuacamoleI am fully aware
That saying Guacamole twiceDoesn't count as a rhyme
But hey, GuacamoleI am stressed wholly
By our lack of GuacamoleWe went to the store soully
For groceries -and while strollingWe chose two not ripened fully
Cause you said you would make that sweet GuacamoleGavin
Now they've sat around rolling
At the bottom of the fridge, soon moldingI would do it myself, hold see
But I'm crap at making the GuacamoleI see this as a compliment
So for God's goodness please make something of those two poor avocados rolling around in the archives of our first world problems that's good produce wasting down there thanks
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Poems That Came From a Beanstalk
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