I ate thirty deep-fried poodles
At the fair three days ago.
My wife of twelve years left me,
But for what I do not know.
I ate thirty deep-fried poodles
At the fair three days ago.
My wife of twelve years left me,
But for what I do not know.
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Tagged as Deep Frying, Eating Contest, Gross, Humor, Poetry, Postaday, Romantic Tension