Chickee Chickston's Super Deluxe Good Poems

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Saturday, November 06, 2004

Election Poem

Honk honk.
My kangaroo's dead.
Honk honk.
Going to hell.
Honk honk.
Running out of pencils.
Nothin' in my pouch.
Going to hell.
honk honk.
topplin' over.
topplin along.
Poor little sad clown kangaroo never hurt no one.
honk hon hon hon h h h h (gasp) h (gasp) .