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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Pork Chop Bone
[time] => 2003-10-03 16:05:00
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[bodytext] => Here it is, my favorite treat. Meat of the swine, when I get to eat. Not really the meat, for which I long, On a chop, it’s the bone! I really hate, when people come to visit. The wife serves the chops, man, I miss it. Have to use a knife, in which to eat, In small little squares, slice the meat. No matter the knife, no matter the “hone.” Still a lot left, around the bone. Just the other night, she was pretty and polite. As was I, with all my might. It went well, I behaved my best. Then that lass, put me to the test! Table cleaned off, Dishes on the counter. Then into the trash, went a quarter pounder! I was amass, my eyes bugged out, My face turned red, I began to pout. “Why’d you do that?” I whispered a scream. Then I turned, to see the company eyeing me. “The dog needs to eat,” said with a halfway grin. But I could see in their eyes, my excuse was thin. Now you can see, why company stays away. Cause my pork chop bones, I take very grave. So if you come, to stay a while. I’ll meet you at the door, with my prettiest smile. When dinner comes, and she rings the bell, Take this to heart, What I have to tell. We can spin the lies, we can sing the songs, Just stay away, from my PORK CHOP BONES!!! Hamp Nichols [comments] => 2 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 54 [informant] => Hamp [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => happypoetry )
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