The Final Word
by Sam Freek
Musky was her name
Trampolining was her game
The foolish things we said
The pitch fork in the shed
Mind the gap or fall
All creatures great and small
You look wonderful in that dress
This is not easy I must confess
The itch I couldn't reach
The star fish on the beach
Outdoors the air is sharp
The cow that played the harp
A sound of horns were heard
Now heres the final word
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