“Momma told me not to come”

« Momma Told Me Not To Come »

Some people start,
Never stop for a fart
Blab on at full throttle

Alas, you have to stay
You’ve gone and picked the wrong day
Lend an ear to this waffle

There’s little you can do,
Bit off more than you can chew
Don’t interrupt or he’ll bristle

You know it’s rude to leave
He’s here to receive
You’ll have to wait for dismissal

There’s only you to blame
You knew by the name
It’d be an upward struggle

He’s never been a chum
So why did you come
To listen to all this piffle?

He’s a bit of a strain
A pain on the brain
But you, you asked for this hassle!


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