I don't waffle, so hear me out
I butter know what I'm talking about
I never sausage a beautiful sight
Eggstra lovely in the right light
Dot your eye and cross your tea
That Honey Bun is meant for me
Hi there, sweetie, the name's Jack
Flap's my nickname from way back
"Nice to know ya but I'm already taken
He makes me happy, my thick-sliced bacon"
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Park Bench Poetry
PoetryTake a leisurely stroll through the park, sit on a bench facing the pond, and watch the ducks frolicking around the fountain. A woodpecker taps at a weeping willow, and a great blue heron takes flight from a small island in the pond. In these peacef...
